shishe ke nahi tukde
tukde hai mere dil ke
takdir ko ye de di
rate hai gale mil ke
takdir ko ye de di
rote hai gale mil ke

khwayat yahi hasart thi
ek bar wo thukaraye hai
jo dag dhulne the
phul bane dil ke
jo dag dhulne the
phul bane dil ke
nafart se sahi lekin
dekha to idhar tumne
nafart se sahi lekin
dekha to idhar tumne
arman to kuch nikale
dard bhare dil se
arman to kuch mikale
dard bhare dil se
shishe ke nahi tukde
tukde hai mere dil ke

Not shards of glass, no,
But fragments of my heart, scattered.
Offered to fate, these remnants,
Weep, embracing, forever tattered.
Offered to fate, these remnants,
Weep, embracing, forever tattered.

A longing, a desire, it was:
To be spurned by her, just once.
The stains that were meant to be washed away,
Blossomed into flowers, within the heart's expanse.
The stains that were meant to be washed away,
Blossomed into flowers, within the heart's expanse.

Even through hate, at least,
You turned your gaze to me.
Some aspirations did emerge,
From a heart burdened with agony.
Some aspirations did emerge,
From a heart burdened with agony.

Not shards of glass, no,
But fragments of my heart.