tujhse dur hone ka sadma, dil ko hai, dil ko hai
magar tere aane ki umid bhi hai
tujhse dur hone ka sadma, dil ko hai, dil ko hai
magar tere aane ki umid bhi hai

tere bin yeh sanse na chale, tere bin yeh shame na dhale
tere bin pelagi dil jale, dil jale
tujhse dur hone ka sadma, dil ko hai, dil ko hai
chahe jitni bhi ho majburi, chahe kitne bhi unche rishte
chahe gham ke pahad bhi tute, magar tere aane ki umid bhi hai
tujhse dur hone ka sadma, dil ko hai, dil ko hai
tere bin yeh rate kuch nahi, tere bin irade kuch nahi
tere bin murade kuch nahi, kuch nahi

malum na rasta na manzil, malum hai tuta sahil
malum safar hai mushkil, magar tere aane ki umid bhi hai
tujhse dur hone ka sadma, dil ko hai, dil ko hai
tere bin yeh sanse na chale,
tere bin yeh shame na dhale
tere bin bairagi dil jale, dil jale

The wound of distance, a grief the heart knows,
Aching, aching, yet hope still grows.
The wound of distance, a grief the heart knows,
Aching, aching, yet hope still grows.

Without you, these breaths refuse to flow,
Without you, the evenings cease to glow.
Without you, the desolate heart does burn, burn.
The wound of distance, a grief the heart knows,
Though compulsion binds, a web unseen,
Though kinship’s heights are distant and keen,
Though mountains of sorrow relentlessly fall,
Yet hope for your return embraces all.
The wound of distance, a grief the heart knows.
Without you, these nights are naught but haze,
Without you, intentions lose their blaze,
Without you, the dead remain in a daze, daze.

Uncertain the path, unknown the aim,
A shattered shore whispers your name.
The journey's hardship, a truth to embrace,
Yet hope for your arrival lights up the space.
The wound of distance, a grief the heart knows,
Without you, these breaths refuse to flow,
Without you, the evenings cease to glow.
Without you, the desolate heart does burn, burn.
The wound of distance, a grief the heart knows.