harf-e-ulfat tha mitane se, mitaya na gaya
harf-e-ulfat tha mitane se, mitaya na gaya
mera khat unse kisi taraha, jalaya na gaya
harf-e-ulfat tha mitane se, mitaya na gaya

jinki milane ki tamanna, me guzari thi haya
jinki milane ki tamanna, me guzari thi haya
jinki milane ki tamanna, me guzari thi haya
samane se hi wo guzre to, bulaya na gaya
mera khat unse kisi taraha, jalaya na gaya
harf-e-ulfat tha mitane se, mitaya na gaya

kitane betaab ujalo ki, tadap hain mujhme
kitane betaab ujalo ki, tadap hain mujhme
kitane betaab ujalo ki, tadap hain mujhme
main hun mitti ka diya, hun jo jalaya na gaya
mera khat unse kisi taraha, jalaya na gaya
harf-e-ulfat tha mitane se, mitaya na gaya
harf-e-ulfat tha mitane se, mitaya na gaya

The word of love, tried to erase, yet it stayed,
The word of love, tried to erase, yet it stayed,
My letter from them, somehow, was never flamed.
The word of love, tried to erase, yet it stayed.

The shyness I spent, yearning to meet,
The shyness I spent, yearning to meet,
The shyness I spent, yearning to meet,
They passed me by, yet I could not greet.
My letter from them, somehow, was never flamed,
The word of love, tried to erase, yet it stayed.

How many restless lights, yearn within me,
How many restless lights, yearn within me,
How many restless lights, yearn within me,
I am but an earthen lamp, that was never lit free.
My letter from them, somehow, was never flamed,
The word of love, tried to erase, yet it stayed,
The word of love, tried to erase, yet it stayed.