tumhe tasveer jana jaagti ankhon ki khwabo ki
wo shola ban gayi aakhir jo rangat thi gulabo ki
wo shola ban gayi aakhir jo rangat thi gulabo ki
ye dhokha tha hume hum gam juda honge na pal bhar ko
juda hain wo jo kahte the juda honge na pal bhar ko

A waking portrait, you, of dreams I'd known,
The blush of roses, now a burning pyre, flown.
The blush of roses, now a burning pyre, flown.

A cruel deceit, we thought we'd never weep,
That love, once bound, would never softly sleep.
They swore we'd never part, and yet, they're gone, deep.