pahle to kabhi kabhi gam tha
ab to har pal hi teri yad satati hai
ab to har pal hi teri yad satati hai
pahle to kabhi kabhi gam tha
ab to har pal hi teri yad rulati hai
ab to har pal hi teri yad rulati hai

pahle to kabhi kabhi gam tha
magar ye dard judai hai har ghadi ab
magar ye dard judai hai har ghadi ab

pahle to kabhi kabhi gum tha
magar ye dage judayi hai har ghadi ab
magar ye dage judayi hai har ghadi ab

mai tujhse kaise kahu ye bata
ke teri yad ke sahare ji raha hu
ke teri yad ke sahare ji raha hu

mai tujhse kaise kahu ye bata
ke gum ke aasuo ko khud hi pee raha hu
ke gum ke aasuo ko khud hi pee raha hu

mai tujhse kaise kahu ye bata
na mar dale teri bewafai mujhko
na mar dale teri bewafai mujhko

mai tujhse kaise kahu ye bata
na mar dale kahi ye judai mujhko
na mar dale kahi ye judai mujhko

aye pagli tu kyu ro rahi hai
ke gum to mujhko uthana hai judai ka
ke gum to mujhko uthana hai judai ka

aye pagli tu kyu ro rahi hai
tere liye to shama hai ye sahnai ka
tere liye to shama hai ye sahnai ka

aye pagli tu kyu ro rahi hai
ke gaw chodna hai mere mukkadar me
ke gaw chodna hai mere mukkadar me

aye pagli tu kyu ro rahi hai
ke umar gujregi ab meri ye safar me
ke umar gujregi ab meri ye safar me

Once, sorrow was a whisper, a fleeting guest,
Now, your memory, a constant ache in my breast.
Now, every moment, your memory brings tears,
Once, sorrow was a whisper, silencing my fears.
Now, every moment, your memory appears.

Once, sorrow was a whisper, a shadow's grace,
But this separation, this agony, I now embrace.
But this separation, a burning brand,
Once, sorrow was a whisper, across the barren land.
But this separation, etched upon my hand.

How can I tell you, how to make you see,
That on your memory, my life hangs free?
That on your memory, I find my way,
How can I tell you, come what may,
I drink the tears of sorrow, every day.

How can I tell you, how to make it known,
That your faithlessness might leave me prone?
That your faithlessness might bring my end,
How can I tell you, my only friend,
That this parting might not just bend?

Oh, foolish one, why do you weep and wail?
For me to bear the grief of this farewell.
For me to bear the sadness, the pain,
Oh, foolish one, again and again,
For you, the wedding music, the sweet refrain.

Oh, foolish one, why do you cry and plead?
To leave this village, is my destined deed.
To leave this village, my fate to meet,
Oh, foolish one, your tears, bittersweet,
To spend my life on this wandering street.