nadaan the hum jo kar paye wafaye
thi meri khudgarzi jo kar di khataye
tu jo nahi to kuch bhi nahi zindgi me
saye bhi to kho gaye roshni me
kisko bulayen kisko sunaye
khud hi bewafa hain kisko bataye
takra ke aati hai wapas ye sadaye
nadaan the hum jo na kar paye wafaye

mujhko bana de chahe mita de
haq hai tera jo chahe saja de
fitrat me mana waar ki thi
ab jaake jana kaha khushi thi
jisko paya maine jo diya berukhi me
sab bebajah tha jo diya trahnagi me
ki bhi hai na jo ab dega duaye
garadn jhuki hai sharminda nigaahe
nadaan hai hum jo na kar paye wafaaye

mere khuda mujhe aisa banaya kyon
patthar banaya to fir dil lagaya kyun
khwabo khayaalo me ye ghar banaya tha
par wo tha sach jo sab maine jalaya tha
paanu so si chalti hai dil ki samaye
usme bemausam ye tufaani hawaye
kaise jeeun is tarah bebasi me
lagta nahi dil mera kisi bhi khushi me
ghire baake daago ko kaise chhupaye
use hi wafaye kisko manaye
tu jo nahi to kuch bhi nahi nahi zindgi me
saaye bhi to ab kho gaye roshni me
kisko bulaye kisko sunaye
kisko bulaye kisko sunaye
khud hi bewafa hain kisko bataye
takra ke aati hain wapas ye sadaye
nadaan the hum jo kar paye wafaye
thi meri khudgarzi jo kar di khataye
nadaan the hum jo kar paye wafaye
nadaan the hum jo kar paye wafaye
thi meri khudgarzi jo kar di khataye

Foolish, we were, to fail in fidelity,
My selfishness, the source of this calamity.
Without you, life holds no meaning,
Even shadows now vanish from the gleaming.
Whom to call, to whom to confide?
We ourselves, the faithless, where to hide?
Echoes return, a mournful cry,
Foolish, we were, to let faith die.

Mould me, or erase me from this space,
Yours the right, to mete out any disgrace.
Wounding, I admit, was my nature,
Now I know where true joy, did feature.
What I gained, with cold disdain,
All, a waste, in this thirst-filled domain.
None to offer prayers, to ease the plight,
My neck bowed low, shamed by the light.
Foolish, we were, to fail in fidelity.

My God, why did you fashion me thus?
If stone, then why a heart to discuss?
In dreams, a home I did conceive,
Yet the truth, I, myself, did retrieve.
A hundred flames consume my heart's core,
And untimely storms forevermore.
How to live in this desperate state?
My heart finds no solace, sealed by fate.
How to hide the scars that stain and sear?
To whom now, can I offer my tear?
Without you, life holds no meaning.
Even shadows now vanish from the gleaming.
Whom to call, to whom to confide?
Whom to call, to whom to confide?
We ourselves, the faithless, where to hide?
Echoes return, a mournful cry,
Foolish, we were, to let faith die.
My selfishness, the source of this calamity.
Foolish, we were, to let faith die.
Foolish, we were, to let faith die.
My selfishness, the source of this calamity.