qismat ke likhe ko mitaa na sake
ham unako apanaa banaa na sake
qismat ke likhe ko mitaa na sake
ham unako apanaa banaa na sake
wo aa na sake ham jaa na sake
aur zakhm-e-jigar bhi dikhaa na sake
jo raaj chhupaa hai sine me
usako bhi haay sunaa na sake
qismat ke likhe ko mitaa na sake
ham unako apanaa banaa na sake

ham qaid me the majabur huye
nazadik bhi rah kar dur huye
ham qaid me the majabur huye
nazadik bhi rah kar dur huye
dil ke shishe chur huye
ye baat kisi ko bataa na sake

jab dard jigar me hotaa haie
ae dil chupake-chupake rotaa hai
jab dard jigar me hotaa haie
o dil chupake-chupake rotaa hai
aansu to bahe paani ban kar
par dil ki aag bujhaa na sake

jo waar huye bharapur huye
jo daag pade naasur huye
jo waar huye bharapur huye
jo daag pade naasur huye
ham bhulane par majabur huye
ham bhulane par majabur huye
ham yaad tumhaari bhulaa na sake
qismat ke likhe ko mitaa na sake
ham unako apanaa banaa na sake

The script of fate, a wall too high,
Our love's embrace, we could not tie.
The script of fate, a wall so deep,
Their hearts to ours, we couldn't keep.
They couldn't come, we couldn't leave,
The wound within, we couldn't weave
Into a tale, a whispered plea,
The secret kept, eternally.
The script of fate, a heavy chain,
Their hearts to ours, remained in vain.

Imprisoned souls, by fate's decree,
Though near in space, eternally.
Imprisoned souls, by fate's command,
Close by, yet lost, in shifting sand.
The heart's glass shattered, fragments strewn,
This silent truth, we couldn't croon.

When heartache blooms, a hidden sting,
The heart weeps softly, murmuring.
When heartache blooms, its bitter core,
The heart weeps softly, evermore.
Tears flow as rivers, swift and free,
Yet quench the soul's deep misery.

The wounds they dealt, a heavy blow,
The scars they left, forever grow.
The wounds they dealt, with cruel intent,
The scars they left, heaven-sent.
To forget, our fate compelled,
Your cherished memory, we couldn't quelled.
The script of fate, a wall so grim,
Their love to ours, forever dim.