nukta cheen hai gham e dil
usako sunaye na bane
usako sunaye na bane
kyaa bane baat jaha
baat banaye na bane
baat banaye na bane
nukta cheen hai gham e dil

gair phirata hai liye yu
tere khat ko ke agar
gair phirata hai liye yu
tere khat ko ke agar
koi puchhe ke ye kya hai to
chhupaye na bane to chhupaye na bane
nukta cheen hai gham e dil

mai bulata to hu usako
magar ae jazba-e-dil
mai bulata to hu usako
magar ae jazba-e-dil
us pe ban jaaye kuch
aisi ki bin aaye na bane
us pe ban jaaye kuch
aisi ki bin aaye na bane
us pe ban jaaye kuchh
aisi ki bin aaye na bane
nukta cheen hai gham e dil

ishq par zor nahi hai ye
wo aatish gaalib
ishq par zor nahi hai ye
wo aatish gaalib
ki lagaaye na lage aur
bujhaye na bane
nukta cheen hai gham e dil
usako sunaye na bane.

A critic lurks in sorrow's heart,
To tell it to, a fate apart.
To tell it to, a hopeless art,
What use to speak, when all depart?
What use to build, when all depart?
A critic lurks in sorrow's heart.

Another walks, your letter held,
As if a secret to be spelled.
Another walks, your letter held,
And if they're asked, the truth concealed?
Concealed it must be, now revealed.
A critic lurks in sorrow's heart.

I call to her, my heart's deep plea,
I call to her, my heart's deep plea,
But oh, my soul, such agony,
A path that yields, she can't be free?
A path that yields, she can't be free?
That she can't come, eternally.
That she can't come, eternally.
A critic lurks in sorrow's heart.

Love holds no force, this fire's might,
Love holds no force, this fire's might,
Oh, Ghalib's flame, a burning plight,
That kindles on, and dims the light.
A critic lurks in sorrow's heart,
To tell it to, a fate apart.