ranj ki jab guftgu hone lagi
ranj ki jab guftgu hone lagi
aapse tum tum se tu hone lagi
ranj ki jab guftgu hone lagi
aapse tum tum se tu hone lagi
ranj ki jab guftgu hone lagi

ranj ki ranj ki jab

meri ruswaai ki meri ruswaai ki
naubot aa gayi
mari ruswaai ruswaai meri ruswaai
meri ruswaai ki naubot aa gayi
aa gayi aa gayi
meri ruswaai ki naubot aa gayi
shohrat unki kubku hone lagi
shohrat unki kubku hone lagi
aapse tum tum se tu hone lagi
ranj ki jab guftgu hone lagi
aapse tum tum se tu hone lagi
ranj ki jab guftgu hone lagi

ab ke milke dekhiye kya rang ho
ab ke milke dekhiye
ab ke milke dekhiye kya rang ho
phir hamari justju hone lagi
phir hamari justju hone lagi
aapse tum tum se tu hone lagi
ranj ki jab guftgu hone lagi

ranj ki ranj ki jab guftgu hone lagi
ranj ki jab ranj ki jab ranj ki jab guft

daag itraaye huye daag daag itraaye huye
itraaye huye phirte hai aaj phirte hai aaj
daag itraaye huye itraaye huye
daag itraaye huye phirte hai aaj
shayad unki aabru hone lagi
shayad unki aabru hone lagi
aapse tum tum se tu hone lagi
ranj ki jab guftgu hone lagi
ranj ki jab guftgu hone lagi
aapse tum tum se tu hone lagi
ranj ki

When sorrow first began to speak,
a shifting tide of words, now meek,
from "you" to "thou," the distance shrunk,
as sorrow's whisper, softly, drunk.
When sorrow's voice began to bloom.

My own disgrace, a bitter yield,
the moment of my shame revealed,
my ruin's hour, a tolling bell,
my shattered pride, a whispered spell.
My ruin's hour arrived.

Their fame, a growing, creeping vine,
as "you" to "thou," their hearts align,
when sorrow's voice began to speak,
from "you" to "thou," so softly weak,
when sorrow's voice began to bloom.

Now let us meet, and watch the hue,
Now let us meet, and see anew,
what colors rise, what shades unfold,
then, our seeking, brave and bold,
then our seeking began anew.
from "you" to "thou," the hearts align,
when sorrow's voice began to speak,
when sorrow's voice, begins to bloom.

Scars now preen, with haughty grace,
scars preen with haughty face.
Scars now preen, and walk with pride,
perhaps their honor, now applied,
scars now preen with haughty face.
Perhaps their honor, now applied,
from "you" to "thou," their hearts align,
when sorrow's voice began to speak,
when sorrow's voice began to bloom.
from "you" to "thou," the hearts align,
when sorrow's voice.