do dilo ko ye duniya, milne hi nahi deti
do dilo ko ye duniya, milne hi nahi deti
aashao ki kaliyo ko, khilane hi nahi deti
aashao ki kaliyo ko, khilane hi nahi deti

ik bag me kya dekha
ik bag me kya dekha, bulbul waha rota tha
ik bag me kya dekha, bulbul waha rota tha
aur pas khada mali, kuchh har pirota tha
aur pas khada mali, kuchh har pirota tha
dil chir ke ik phul ka
dil chir ke ik phul ka, kush kitna woh hota tha
bulbul tha tadap jata jab sui chabhota tha
dukh sah na saka bulbul, dukh sah na saka bulbul
kuchh kah na saka bulbul, kuchh kah na saka bulbul
phir behne lage aansu aur kehne lage aansu, kya
do dilo ko yeh duniya, milne hi nahi deti
do dilo ko yeh duniya, milne hi nahi deti
aashao ki kaliyo ko, khilane hi nahi deti
aashao ki kaliyo ko, khilane hi nahi deti

tum mujhse yeh puchho ge
tum mujhse yeh puchho ge, kya phul ki halat thi
tum mujhse yeh phuchho ge, kya phul ki halat thi
rutha hua mali tha, bigadi huyi kismat thi
rutha hua mali tha, bigadi huyi kismat thi
aankho me toh aansu the
aankho me toh aansu the, bechain tabiyat thi
sunsan tha dil usaka, barabad muhabbat thi
bulbul se juda ho kar, bulbul se juda ho kar
mali se kafa ho kar, mali se kafa ho kar
kanto me laga rahane aur phul laga kehne, kya
do dilo ko ye duniya, milne hi nahi deti
do dilo ko yh duniya, milne hi nahi deti
aashao ki kaliyo ko, khilane hi nahi deti
aashao ki kaliyo ko, khilane hi nahi deti

This world, it keeps two hearts apart,
This world, it keeps two hearts apart,
And crushes buds of hope,
And crushes buds of hope,

I saw a garden's tear,
I saw a garden's tear, a bulbul's mournful plea,
I saw a garden's tear, a bulbul's mournful plea,
A gardener nearby, weaving a garland carefully,
A gardener nearby, weaving a garland carefully,
Tearing a flower's heart,
Tearing a flower's heart, rejoicing in the plight,
The bulbul trembled as the needle pricked so tight,
Unable to bear the pain, unable to bear the pain,
Unable to speak his pain, unable to speak his pain,
Then tears began to flow, and they began to say, what?
This world, it keeps two hearts apart,
This world, it keeps two hearts apart,
And crushes buds of hope,
And crushes buds of hope,

You will ask me now,
You will ask me now, what the flower's fate became,
You will ask me now, what the flower's fate became,
The gardener was angered, destiny was to blame,
The gardener was angered, destiny was to blame,
Tears in its eyes remained,
Tears in its eyes remained, a restless heart aflame,
Its heart was desolate, love's ruin, its name,
Separated from the bulbul, separated from the bulbul,
Angry at the gardener, angry at the gardener,
Entangled in thorns, the flower began to say, what?
This world, it keeps two hearts apart,
This world, it keeps two hearts apart,
And crushes buds of hope,
And crushes buds of hope,