o yaa qurbaan
vo aankhe thi dilabar ki ya nargis e mastana
dekhe hue us but ko ab ho gayaa zamana
o saba kahana mere diladar se
dil tadapata hai tere didar me
o saba kahana mere diladar se
dil tadapata hai tere didar me

o yaa qurban
dekhege kab vo surat jis pe bahar sadake
ye dil to kyaa hai yaro kaabul qadhar sadake
kis tarah bhule nigah-e-yar ke
dil tadapata hai tere didar me
o sabaa kahana mere diladar se
dil tadapataa hai tere didar me
o sabaa kahana mere diladar se
dil tadapataa hai tere didar me

o yaa qurban
kaisi hai ye qayamat, o tu hi bataa khudaya
jitanaa bulaayaa us ko utana vo yad aaya
kyaa qarar aaye tere bimar se
dil tadapata hai tere didar me
o sabaa kahana mere diladar se
dil tadapata hai tere didar me
o saba kahana mere diladar se
dil tadapata hai tere didar me

Oh, I am sacrificed.

Were those eyes, my beloved's, or drunken narcissus bloom?
An age has passed since I gazed on that idol's room.
Oh, breeze, whisper to my heart's desire,
My soul aches for a glimpse of her fire.
Oh, breeze, whisper to my heart's desire,
My soul aches for a glimpse of her fire.

Oh, I am sacrificed.

When will I see that face, to which spring bows low?
This heart, what is it, when Kabul, Qandahar, I would bestow?
How can one forget the Beloved's gaze so true?
My soul aches for a glimpse of you.
Oh, breeze, whisper to my heart's desire,
My soul aches for a glimpse of her fire.
Oh, breeze, whisper to my heart's desire,
My soul aches for a glimpse of her fire.

Oh, I am sacrificed.

How is this resurrection, tell me, O God on high?
The more I called her, the closer she drew nigh.
What solace can come to this heart that's ill?
My soul aches for a glimpse, against my will.
Oh, breeze, whisper to my heart's desire,
My soul aches for a glimpse of her fire.
Oh, breeze, whisper to my heart's desire,
My soul aches for a glimpse of her fire.