pardesiyo se na aakhiya milana
pardesiyo ko hai ek din jana

pyar se apane yeh nahee hote
yeh patthar hai yeh nahee rote
inn ke liye na aansu bahana

na yeh badal na yeh tare
yeh kagaj ke phul hain sare
inn phulo ke na bag lagana

Do not meet strangers' eyes,
For strangers are bound to fly.
When the intoxicating season arrives,
A tale inevitably thrives.
Let's see what story now will rise.

Truly they say, like birds they are,
Resting at night, gone with the star.
Here today, tomorrow afar, their home.
When flowers bloom in every grove,
These fickle ones will rove.
How will the season of autumn come?

They sever ties with father's land,
Beckon from abroad, a distant strand.
Alas, they heed no plea, no claim.
We did it once, this very thing,
Loved a stranger, a love to sting,
Burning our hearts like a moth to flame.
They're not bound by your affection's plea,
These stones, they do not weep, you see.
For them, do not shed a tear, refrain.

Not the clouds, nor the stars above,
These are paper flowers, devoid of love.
Don't plant a garden of these fragile blooms.
We did it once, this very deed,
Loved a stranger, a heart to bleed,
The mad heart weeps in darkening rooms.