shama se koi kah de ke
tere rahte-rahte andhera ho raha
ki tum ho vaha to milne ko yaha patanga ro raha
sitaaro unse kahna
najaaro unse kahna saja ye ho rahi
ke tum ho waha to milne ko yaha shama bhi ro rahi
sitaaro unse kahna

tadapta pyar ke ho didar magar divar hame roke
tadapta pyar ke ho didar magar divar hame roke
shama aise jale jaise patange se
juda ho ke, juda ho ke
duhayi dete-dete judayi sahte-sahte andhera ho raha
ke tum ho waha to milne ko yaha shama bhi ro rahi
sitaaro unse kahna

rulaate hai jalaate hai mitaate hai
yaha apne
rulaate hai jalaate hai mitaate hai
yaha apne
mitane se nahi mitte mohabbat ke amar sapne
amar sapne
judaai hanske kahna ke mere ho ke rahna
saja ye ho rahi
ke tum ho waha to milne ko yaha shama bhi ro rahi
sitaaro unse kahna

bandhi janjir magar bepir teri tasvir nahi jati
bandhi janjir magar bepir teri tasvir nahi jati
sitam ki baat sahe ham ghat
milan ki raat nahi aati, nahi aati
ki aahein bharte-bharte
tadap ke marte marte andhera ho raha
ki tum ho vaha to milne ko yaha patanga ro raha
sitaaro unse kahna
najaaro unse kahna saja ye ho rahi
ke tum ho waha to milne ko yaha shama bhi ro rahi
sitaaro unse kahna

Tell the flame, whisper low,
As you linger, the darkness grows.
While you reside, a moth weeps here,
Longing for touch, consumed by fear.
Tell the stars, a mournful plea,
Tell the sights, this agony.
While you dwell, the candle cries,
In separation, its spirit dies.
Tell the stars.

Love aches to gaze, a longing heart,
But walls of separation tear apart.
Like the flame, the moth's despair,
Forever parted, burdens to bear.
Crying out, the pain to face,
Enduring loss, in time and space,
The darkness deepens, day by day,
While you reside, the moth must stray.
Tell the flame.

Tear us down, then burn, erase,
Our own hands, in this desolate place.
Tear us down, then burn, erase,
Our own hands, in this desolate place.
Yet love's immortal dreams remain,
Unfading, through joy and pain.
Tell separation, with a gentle hand,
That you will be mine, in this barren land,
This is the price.
While you dwell, the candle cries,
In separation, its spirit dies.
Tell the stars.

Chains may bind, yet your image stays,
Unfading through the endless days.
Though pain we bear, the cruelest blow,
The night of union, will not flow, will not flow.
Sighing deeply, soul-filled cries,
Suffering, dying, as the darkness lies.
While you reside, the moth must stray,
Tell the stars.
Tell the sights, a mournful plea,
Tell the sights, this agony.
While you dwell, the candle cries,
In separation, its spirit dies.
Tell the stars.