ye na thi humari kismat
ke vishale yaar hota
ye na thi humari kismat
ke vishale yaar hota
agar aur jeete rahte, yahi intzaar hota
ye na thi humari kismat

kahu kisse mai, ke kya hai
shabe gham buri bala hai
kahu kisse mai, ke kya hai
shabe gham buri bala hai
mujhe kya bura tha marna
agar ek baar hota
mujhe kya bura tha marna
agar ek baar hota
ye na thi humari kismat

koi mere dil se puchhe
tere teere neem kash ko
koi mere dil se puchhe
tere teere neem kash ko
ye khalish kaha se hoti
jo jigar ke paar hota
ye khalish kaha se hoti
jo jigar ke paar hota
ye na thi humari kismat
ke vishale yaar hota
ye na thi humari kismat

It was not fated,
to embrace the beloved's form.
It was not fated,
to embrace the beloved's form.
If life had lingered, the same yearning would bloom.
It was not fated.

To whom can I speak, of this shadowed plight?
These nights of grief, a cursed blight.
To whom can I speak, of this shadowed plight?
These nights of grief, a cursed blight.
Death, to me, would not be ill,
if it had come but once.
Death, to me, would not be ill,
if it had come but once.
It was not fated.

Let my heart speak,
of your half-drawn arrow's sting.
Let my heart speak,
of your half-drawn arrow's sting.
This ache, where would it reside,
if it pierced the core?
This ache, where would it reside,
if it pierced the core?
It was not fated,
to embrace the beloved's form.
It was not fated.