jine diya na chain se do din bhi pyar me
jine diya na chain se
jinda hue ko mar diya intzar ne
jinda hue ko mar diya intzar ne
jine diya na chain se

gum dur ho gaya gum ki dard ban gayi
bachkar fiza se ban gayi to luta bahar ne
jinda hue ko mar diya intzar ne
jine diya na chain se

baithe hue hai dil me tamanna liye hue
tamanna liye hue
shayad jaga diya hamari pukar ne
jinda hue ko mar diya intzar ne
jine diya na chain se

tare khile hai chand bhi hai chandani bhi hai
aa jao ab to rat ki julfe sawarne
jinda hue ko mar diya intzar ne
jinda hue ko mar diya intzar ne
jine diya na chain se do din bhi pyar me
jine diya na chain se

Love, a tempest, stole peace from two days' breath,
Stole peace from my breath.
Alive, yet slain by the slow hand of wait,
Alive, yet slain by wait.
Love, a tempest, stole peace from my breath.

Sorrow departed, morphed to aching form,
Escaped the breeze, only to be robbed by spring's warm,
Alive, yet slain by the slow hand of wait,
Love, a tempest, stole peace from my breath.

Hope dwells within, a yearning deep inside,
Yearning deep inside,
Perhaps awakened by my mournful cry,
Alive, yet slain by the slow hand of wait,
Love, a tempest, stole peace from my breath.

Stars bloom, the moon ascends, and silver spills,
Come, now, to braid the night's dark, flowing frills,
Alive, yet slain by the slow hand of wait,
Alive, yet slain by wait.
Love, a tempest, stole peace from two days' breath,
Stole peace from my breath.