juda hoke tumse kidhar jayenge
juda hoke tumse kidhar jayenge
judayi me ro ro ke mar jayenge
juda hoke tumse kidhar jayenge
judayi me ro ro ke mar jayenge
juda hoke tumse kidhar jayenge

har ek dard kwara hai pyar ka mujhko
har ek dard kwara hai pyar ka mujhko
magar judayi ki na dena tum saja mujhko
magar judayi ki na dena tum saja mujhko
mere dil ke tukde bikhar jayenge
mere dil ke tukde bikhar jayenge
judayi me ro ro ke mar jayenge
juda hoke tumse kidhar jayenge

tumhare sath hi jeena hai sath hi marna
tumhare sath hi jeena hai sath hi marna
kasam wafa ki na dil se hume juda karna
kasam wafa ki na dil se hume juda karna
hum apne hi saye se dar jayenge
hum apne hi saye se dar jayenge
judayi me ro ro ke mar jayenge
juda hoke tumse kidhar jayenge

na chain aayega mujhko haseen nazaro me
na ji lagega tumhare bina baharo me
na chain aayega mujhko haseen nazaro me
na ji lagega tumhare bina baharo me
na ji lagega tumhare bina baharo me
sitaro ke chehre utar jayenge
sitaro ke chehre utar jayenge
judayi me ro ro ke mar jayenge
juda hoke tumse kidhar jayenge
judayi me ro ro ke mar jayenge
juda hoke tumse kidhar jayenge

Where will I go, parted from your light?
Where will I go, ripped from your sight?
In separation, weeping, I'll meet death's night.
Where will I go, from your embrace torn?

Each pang of love, a lesson newly learned,
Each hurt from love, a truth deeply discerned.
But do not sentence me to parting's burn.
Do not sentence me, with sorrow to be adorned.
My heart's fragments, scattered they'll become,
My heart's fragments, lost and overcome.
In separation, weeping, I'll succumb.
Where will I go, when from your light I'm numb?

With you I live, with you I wish to die,
With you I live, beneath the endless sky.
By loyalty's vow, from my heart, don't fly.
By loyalty's vow, from my heart, don't sever me.
From my own shadow, I'll take flight in fear,
From my own shadow, the darkness drawing near.
In separation, weeping, death will appear.
Where will I go, when you are no longer here?

No peace will come, in beauty's gentle show,
No joy will bloom, where your sweet presence won't grow.
No peace will come, in beauty's gentle show,
No joy will bloom, where your sweet presence won't flow.
The stars' bright faces, their luster will forego.
The stars' bright faces, their splendor will let go.
In separation, weeping, I'll be low.
Where will I go, when from your light I'm slow?
In separation, weeping, I will go.
Where will I go, when from your light I'm low?