kitab-e-dard me likha mere gam ka fasana hai
ba-kur-e-yaas-o-hasrat se bhara dil ka khazana hai
kitab-e-dard me li

na ek lamha aa bhi ja laya kabhi is dar-e-faani me
na ek lamha aa bhi ja laya kabhi is dar-e-faani me
mila mauka jise mujhko banata wo nishana hai
kitab-e-dard me likha mere gam ka fasana hai
ba-kur-e-yaas-o-has

ummede mit mit gayi sari falak ki ye bhi garibi se hai
ummede mit mit gayi sari falak ki ye bhi garibi se hai
jise apna samjhta tha hua wo bhi begana hai
kitab-e-dard me likha mere gam ka fasana hai
kitab-e-dard me likha

In the book of pain, my sorrows reside,
A tale etched deep, where teardrops confide.
A chest of grief, with yearning's cruel art,
A treasury of loss that tears apart.

No fleeting moment graced this mortal door,
No chance to mend, or to forever soar.
The target sought, the purpose to embrace,
Remains a dream in this desolate space.

Hopes now extinguished, the heavens weep,
From poverty's grasp, their secrets to keep.
The one I held as mine, now a stranger's face,
In this book of pain, my sorrows I trace.