naaz thaa jispe mere sine me vo dil hi nahi
naaz thaa jispe mere sine me vo dil hi nahi
ab yah shishaa kisi tasvir ke kaabil hi nahi
naaz thaa jispe mere sine me vo dil hi nahi

pher li mujhse nazar apno ne begaano ne
pher li mujhse nazar apno ne begaano ne
meraa ghar lutaa mere ghar ke hi mehmaano ne
meraa ghar lutaa mere ghar ke hi mehmaano ne
jo mujhse pyaar kare aisaa koi dil hi nahi
mai kahaan jau ki meri koi mazil hi nahi
naaz thaa jispe mere sine me vo dil hi nahi

dil bahal jaay khyaalaat kaa rukh mod sakun
dil bahal jaay khyaalaat kaa rukh mod sakun
mai jahaan baith ke har ahad-e-vafaa tod sakun
mai jahaan baith ke har ahad-e-vafaa tod sakun
meri taqadir me aisi koi mahfil hi nahi
mai kahaan jau ki meri koi mazil hi nahi
naaz thaa jispe mere sine me vo dil hi nahi

do jahaan sok me hai aaj fizaa bhi chup hai
do jahaan sok me hai aaj fizaa bhi chup hai
kisse fariyaad karun ab to khudaa bhi chup hai
kisse fariyaad karun ab to khudaa bhi chup hai
mai vo afasaanaa hun jo sunane ke qaabil hi nahi
mai kahaan jau ki meri koi mazil hi nahi

The heart I cherished within, it's gone, it's dust,
The heart I cherished within, it's gone, it's dust,
This shattered glass reflects no worthy trust.
The heart I cherished within, it's gone, it's dust.

My loved ones turned their gaze, the strangers too,
My loved ones turned their gaze, the strangers too,
My home was plundered by the very few
That I had welcomed, oh so true.
No heart exists to whisper love to me,
Where shall I go, when I have no decree?
The heart I cherished within, it's gone, it's dust.

To soothe my heart, to turn my thoughts aside,
To soothe my heart, to turn my thoughts aside,
Where I might sit, where oaths of faith could hide,
Where I might sit, where vows of faith could hide,
No gathering like this is in my guide.
Where shall I go, when I have no decree?
The heart I cherished within, it's gone, it's dust.

Two worlds in mourning, even the air is still,
Two worlds in mourning, even the air is still,
To whom shall I cry, when God Himself is nil?
To whom shall I cry, when God Himself is nil?
I am a tale, no longer meant to thrill.
Where shall I go, when I have no decree?
The heart I cherished within, it's gone, it's dust.