ye dil ye pagal dil meraa kyu bujh gaya aawargi
ye dil ye pagal dil meraa kyu bujh gaya aawargi
is dasht me ik shahar tha
is dasht me ik shahar tha
wo kya hua aawargi
ye dil ye pagal dil meraa kyu bujh gaya aawargi
ye dil ye pagal dil meraa

kal shab mujhe be-shakl si aawaj ne chaunka diya
kal shab mujhe be-shakl si aawaj ne chaunka diya
maine kaha tu kaun hai, maine kaha tu kaun hai
usne kaha aawargi
is dasht me ik shahar tha
is dasht me ik shahar tha
wo kya hua aawargi
ye dil ye pagal dil meraa kyu bujh gaya aawargi
ye dil ye pagal dil meraa

ye dard ki tanhaaiya, ye dasht ka viraan safar
ye dard ki tanhaaiya, ye dasht ka viraan safar
hum log to ukta gaye
hum log to ukta gaye
apni suna aawargi
is dasht me ik shahar tha
is dasht me ik shahar tha
wo kya hua aawargi
ye dil ye pagal dil meraa kyu bujh gaya aawargi
ye dil ye pagal dil meraa

ik ajnabi jhonke ne jab pucha mere gam ka sabab
ik ajnabi jhonke ne jab pucha mere gam ka sabab
sahra ki bhigi ret par
sahra ki bhigi ret par
maine likha aawargi
is dasht me ik shahar tha
is dasht me ik shahar tha
wo kya hua aawargi
ye dil ye pagal dil meraa kyu bujh gaya aawargi
ye dil ye pagal dil meraa

This heart, this wild heart of mine, why has it dimmed, wanderer?
This heart, this wild heart of mine, why has it dimmed, wanderer?
In this desert, a city once stood.
In this desert, a city once stood.
What became of it, wanderer?
This heart, this wild heart of mine, why has it dimmed, wanderer?
This heart, this wild heart of mine.

Last night, a formless voice startled me.
Last night, a formless voice startled me.
I asked, who are you? I asked, who are you?
It replied, wanderer.
In this desert, a city once stood.
In this desert, a city once stood.
What became of it, wanderer?
This heart, this wild heart of mine, why has it dimmed, wanderer?
This heart, this wild heart of mine.

These solitudes of pain, this desolate journey of the desert.
These solitudes of pain, this desolate journey of the desert.
We are weary, truly weary.
We are weary, truly weary.
Tell us your tale, wanderer.
In this desert, a city once stood.
In this desert, a city once stood.
What became of it, wanderer?
This heart, this wild heart of mine, why has it dimmed, wanderer?
This heart, this wild heart of mine.

When a strange gust inquired of the cause of my sorrow,
When a strange gust inquired of the cause of my sorrow,
On the soaked sand of the desert,
On the soaked sand of the desert,
I wrote, wanderer.
In this desert, a city once stood.
In this desert, a city once stood.
What became of it, wanderer?
This heart, this wild heart of mine, why has it dimmed, wanderer?
This heart, this wild heart of mine.