tujh bin suraj me aag nahi re tujh bin koyal me raag nahi re
chaandaniya to barse phir kyo mere hath andhere lagde ne
ha tujh bin phaagun me phaag nahi re
ha tujh bin jaage bhi jaag nahi re
tere bina o mahiya din dariya ren jazire lagde ne
adhuri adhuri adhuri kahani adhura alvida
yuhi yuhi rahna jaye adhure sada adhuri adhuri adhuri kahani
adhura alvida yuhi yuhi rehna jaye adhure sada

o chandaniya to barse phir kyu mere hath andhere lagde ne
kedi teri naraazgi gal sun le raaz ki
jism ye kya hai khokhli sipi ruh da moti hai tu
garaz ho jitni teri badle me jindadi meri
mere sare bikhre suro se git piroti hai tu
o mahiya tere sitam tere karam dono lutere lagde ne
tujh bin suraj me aag nahi re tujh bin koyal me raag nahi re
chaandaniya to barse phir kyo mere hath andhere lagde ne

adhuri adhuri adhuri kahani adhura alvida
yuhi yuhi rehna jaye adhure sada
adhuri adhuri adhuri kahaani
adhura alvida yuhi yuhi rehna jaye adhure sada
phir kyo mere hath adhere lagde ne
tere bina o mahiya din dariya ren jazire lagde ne

Without you, the sun holds no fire,
Without you, the nightingale sings no desire.
Moonlight pours down, a silver stream,
Yet shadows cling to my hand, it would seem.

Without you, the spring holds no revelry,
Without you, waking is no decree.
Without you, O beloved,
Days are oceans, nights islands, a mournful decree.

Incomplete, incomplete, incomplete tale,
An unfinished farewell.
Thus, thus, it shall remain, an unfinished lay.
Incomplete, incomplete, incomplete tale,
An unfinished farewell.
Thus, thus, it shall remain, an unfinished lay.

Oh, moonlight pours down,
Yet shadows cling to my hand, it would seem.
What is this, your anger, hear a secret's plea,
This body, a hollow shell, you see.
The pearl of the soul, you are.
Whatever you demand, in return, my life I give.
From all my scattered notes,
A song of devotion, you weave.
O beloved, your cruelty, your blessings,
Both seem like thieves to me.

Without you, the sun holds no fire,
Without you, the nightingale sings no desire.
Moonlight pours down, a silver stream,
Yet shadows cling to my hand, it would seem.

Incomplete, incomplete, incomplete tale,
An unfinished farewell.
Thus, thus, it shall remain, an unfinished lay.
Incomplete, incomplete, incomplete tale,
An unfinished farewell.
Thus, thus, it shall remain, an unfinished lay.
Yet shadows cling to my hand, it would seem.
Without you, O beloved,
Days are oceans, nights islands, a mournful decree.