char tinke jo chune the, badi muskil se kabhi
beraham waqt ne us par bhi, gira di bijali
puchhe to kaun puchhe, ye baat aasma se
ye kaisi dushmni hai, bijli ko aashiya se
kiske ghar ab teri aaho ka, dhua le jau
tujhko mai ae dil-e-barbad, kahan le jau
unka gham sath na chhodega, jaha le jau
tujhko mai ae dil-e-barbad

gham ke tufan me, mujhse nahi thahra jata
gham ke tufan me, mujhse nahi thahra jata
ab jara raham o karam ki bhi najar ho data
aisa dar aur kahan hai, ke waha le jau
tujhko mai ae dil-e-barbad, kahan le jau
unka gham sath na chhodega, jaha le jau
tujhko mai ae dil-e-barbad, kahan le jau
unka gham sath na chhodega, jaha le jau
tujhko mai ae dil-e-barbad

Four straws, painstakingly gathered, a life's small hoard,
Then cruel time, with a lightning's harsh accord.
To whom can I plead, to which celestial ear,
This fury of lightning, this dwelling held dear?

Whose house now shall bear the smoke of my sighs,
Oh, my heart, a wasteland, where do I devise
To carry you now? Their sorrow won't part,
Oh, my heart, a wasteland, where do I depart?

In the tempest of grief, I find no rest,
In the tempest of grief, my soul's oppressed.
Now show mercy, oh giver, look down and impart,
Such a door, where to run, where to start?
Oh, my heart, a wasteland, where do I devise
To carry you now? Their sorrow won't part,
Oh, my heart, a wasteland, where do I depart?
Their sorrow won't part,
Oh, my heart, a wasteland.