sham pine ki fir na aayegi sham pine ki fir na aayegi
sham pine ki fir na aayegi is sham ke bad
sham pine ki fir na aayegi is sham ke bad
ruh lahrayegi rakt farmayegi
pyas mil jayegi tan man ki is jam ke bad
sham pine ki fir na aayegi is sham ke bad

meri najro me jo teji hai wo khanjar me nahi
meri najro me jo teji hai wo khanjar me nahi
jitni hotho me hai utni kisi sagar me nahi
or kya chahiye inam
or kya chahiye inam is inam ke bad
sham pine ki fir na aayegi is sham ke bad

dil ye pathar to nahi hai ki machal hi na sake
dil ye pathar to nahi hai ki machal hi na sake
tune yu hamko pukara ke sambhal hi na sake
kiska paygam sune hum
kiska paygam sune hum tere paygam ke bad
sham pine ki fir na aayegi is sham ke bad

The evening's draught, a fleeting grace,
Will never bloom again, this evening's space.
The evening's draught, will never replay,
After this night, this vibrant sway.
The spirit dances, the blood decrees,
The soul's thirst quenched, in this libation's ease.
The evening's draught, will never appear,
After this night, so crystal clear.

The edge I hold, in eyes that gleam,
No dagger knows, nor wicked dream.
The strength within these lips, a burning fire,
Surpasses oceans, ever higher.
What more reward could one desire,
What more, after this sacred pyre?
The evening's draught, will never be known,
After this night, divinely sown.

This heart, no stone, to still and cease,
It yearns and aches for sweet release.
You called to us, in tender plea,
And we, bewildered, cannot flee.
Whose message now, shall we embrace,
Whose voice, after your warm embrace?
The evening's draught, will never descend,
After this night, that knows no end.