duniya tere baazaar me
ek pyaar na mila
shohrat mili daulat mili
ek yaar na mila

duniya tere baazaar me
ek pyaar na mila
shohrat mili daulat mili
ek yaar na mila
duniya tere baazaar me
ek pyaar na mila

main bhi hun un gulo me jo
khil to gaye magar
main bhi hun un gulo me jo
khil to gaye magar
jinko kabhi bahaar ka shringaar na mila
shohrat mili daulat mili
ek yaar na mila
duniya tere baazaar me
ek pyaar na mila

barbadiyon ka apni main
ilzaam kis ko dun
barbadiyon ka apni main
ilzaam kis ko dun, ilzaam kis ko dun
kismat se badhke koi gunehgaar na mila
shohrat mili daulat mili
ek yaar na mila
duniya tere baazaar me
ek pyaar na mila

khun-e-jigar se mere jo tasveer thi bani
khun-e-jigar se mere jo tasveer thi bani
afsos ye ke mujhko bhi didaar na mila
shohrat mili daulat mili
ek yaar na mila
duniya tere baazaar me
ek pyaar na mila
duniya tere baazaar me
ek pyaar na mila

In your world's bustling bazaar,
Love's true coin, I couldn't find.
Fame and fortune, they came near,
But a kindred soul, left behind.

In your world's bustling bazaar,
Love's sweet whisper, unheard, unseen.
Fame and fortune, shining afar,
But a true companion, never has been.
In your world's bustling bazaar,
Love's soft echo, a distant dream.

I am among the blooms that rise,
That blossom forth, though briefly bright,
I am among the blooms that rise,
Whose petals never knew spring's light,
Whose petals never saw paradise.
Fame and fortune, a gilded cage,
But a loving heart, upon life's stage.
In your world's bustling bazaar,
Love's gentle touch, denied to me.

For my ruin, who shall I blame?
For my fall, who shall I indict?
For my ruin, who shall I blame?
Fate's cruel hand, or my own plight?
No greater sinner, to take the shame.
Fame and fortune, a hollow sound,
But a lover's gaze, I never found.
In your world's bustling bazaar,
Love's tender solace, I couldn't see.

From the blood of my own heart,
A portrait I did create,
From the blood of my own heart,
Yet, alas, I could not, did not meet,
My own reflection, sealed by fate.
Fame and fortune, a fleeting gleam,
But a loving presence, a cherished dream.
In your world's bustling bazaar,
Love's embrace, forever gone.
In your world's bustling bazaar,
Love's sweet solace, I never knew.