o dukhiyaa jiyaara rote nainaa
dukhiyaa jiyaara rote nainaa
de re mai kaa bhaali
beqadaro se prit lagaake
baali umariyaa gavaali
baali umariyaa gavaali
o dukhiyaa jiyaara rote nainaa
dukhiyaa jiyaaraa

bhaati thi tumako more saiyya
bhaati thi tumako more saiyya
savan ki ghataa ye kaali
savan ki ghataa ye kaali
maine barakhaa ki rut raajaa
maine barakhaa ki rut raajaa
naino bich chhupaali, naino bich chhupaali
naino bich chhupaali, naino bich chhupaali
o dukhiyaa jiyaara rote nainaa
dukhiyaa jiyaara

tum to bhul gaye the hamako
ham bhi bhul gaye the
aankh se ik aansu mere gir ke
aankh se ik aansu mere gir ke
teri yaad sambhaali, teri yaad sambhaali
teri yaad sambhaali, teri yaad sambhaali
o dukhiyaa jiyaara rote nainaa
dukhiyaa jiyaara

My wounded heart, weeping eyes,
My wounded heart, weeping eyes.
What joy can I find, tell me,
In love for those who do not care?
My tender years I have wasted,
My tender years I have wasted.
My wounded heart, weeping eyes,
My wounded heart.

You loved me once, my beloved,
You loved me once, my beloved,
Like the dark clouds of the monsoon,
Like the dark clouds of the monsoon.
I hid the season of rain, my king,
I hid the season of rain, my king,
Within my very gaze,
Within my very gaze.
Within my very gaze,
Within my very gaze.
My wounded heart, weeping eyes,
My wounded heart.

You had forgotten me, it seems,
And I, too, had forgotten.
From my eye, a single tear fell,
From my eye, a single tear fell,
And held your memory,
And held your memory.
And held your memory,
And held your memory.
My wounded heart, weeping eyes,
My wounded heart.