banaayi hai itni badi jisne duniyaa
use tute dil ka banana na aayaa
banana na aayaa
judaa to kiyaa usne hamko milaakar
judaa kar diyaa to milana na aayaa
milana na aayaa

sunaa hai ke usne sitaare banaaye
sunaa hai ke usne sitaare banaaye
deeye saikdo aasmaa par jalaaye
aasmaa par jalaaye
bujhaa jo hamara chiraag-e-tamannaa
use ye deeya to jalana na aayaa
jalana na aayaa

ye aaho ke shole ye ashko ki ladiyaan
ye aaho ke shole ye ashko ki ladiyaan
ye roti si aankho mein saavan ki jhadiyaan
saavan ki jhadiyaan
jigar me lagaa di hai ye aag kisne
ke daaman bhi hamko bachana na aayaa
bachana na aayaa

banaayi hai itni badi jisne duniyaa
use tute dil ka banana na aayaa
banana na aayaa

He who crafted this vast, expansive sphere,
Could not mend a heart, shattered with fear,
Could not mend it.
He joined us, then tore us apart,
Once sundered, to reunite, he had no art,
No art.

They say He made the stars above,
They say He made the stars above,
Lit countless lamps in heavens of love,
Heavens of love.
Our lamp of longing, when He did remove,
That very lamp, to rekindle, He could not move,
Could not move.

These flames of sighs, these strings of tears,
These flames of sighs, these strings of tears,
A monsoon’s cascade in weeping spheres,
Weeping spheres.
Who set this fire within my breast?
That even our own robes, we could not protect,
Could not protect.
He who crafted this vast, expansive sphere,
Could not mend a heart, shattered with fear,
Could not mend it.