dile nashad na ro
hoke barbad na ro
hoke barbad na ro
bhul ja karke unhe yad na ro
dile nashad na ro
hoke barbad na ro
hoke barbad na ro

gum na kha tujhko
mohabbat me, jo aaya na karar
tu akela hi nahi julm, ke teero ka shikaar
is mohabbat ne kiye, saikdo barbad na ro
dile nashad na ro
hoke barbad na ro
hoke barbad na ro

najre milti hai to, milte hi bichadti hai jarur
isme meri khata hai, na koi unka kasur
hoti aayi hai dil pe, ye bedad na ro
dile nashad na ro
hoke barbad na ro
hoke barbad na ro

dekhna aabru ulfat ki, na jane paye
koi aasu meri aankho me na aane paye
mujhko badnaam na kar de, teri fariyad na ro
dile nashad na ro
hoke barbad na ro
hoke barbad na ro
bhul ja karke unhe yad na ro
dile nashad na ro
hoke barbad na ro
hoke barbad na ro

Grieve not, O restless heart,
Though ruin claims its art.
Though ruin claims its art,
Forget the memory, and depart.
Grieve not, O restless heart,
Though ruin claims its art.
Though ruin claims its art.

Do not despair, for love's cruel snare
Brought no solace, no gentle prayer.
You are not alone, the arrows' sting,
A hundred hearts, love's offerings bring.
Grieve not, O restless heart,
Though ruin claims its art.
Though ruin claims its art.

When visions meet, then parting's call,
Neither fault of yours, nor theirs at all.
Upon the heart, the age-old strain,
This endless grief, this bitter pain.
Grieve not, O restless heart,
Though ruin claims its art.
Though ruin claims its art.

Let honor's veil of love remain,
No tears in my eyes to stain.
Let your lament, a silent plea,
Not shame me with its misery.
Grieve not, O restless heart,
Though ruin claims its art.
Though ruin claims its art.
Forget the memory, and depart.
Grieve not, O restless heart,
Though ruin claims its art.
Though ruin claims its art.