bikharati zulf ki parachhaa_iyaan mujhe de do
tum apani shaam ki tanhaa_iyaan mujhe de do

ye lahar lahar badan tut hi na jaaye kahi
khumaar-e-husn ki agadaa_iyaan mujhe de do

mai tumako yaad karun aur tum chale aa_o
mohabbato ki ye sachchaa_iyaan mujhe de do

mai dub jaa_un tumhaari udaas aankho me
tum apane dard ki gaharaa_iyaan mujhe de do

Let fall the tresses,
lend their shadows to my yearning.
Let fall, let fall the tresses,
lend their shadows to my seeking.
Grant me the evening's solitude,
let fall the tresses.

Lest the wave-like form should crumble,
lend the languor of beauty's sighs.
Let me remember, and you appear,
lend the truths of love's deep ties.

That I might drown in your sorrowing eyes,
lend the depths of your pain to me.