laage jisko wohi ye dukh jane
ke dilwale dukhde bure rona padta hai
dhuye ke bahane ke dilwale dukhde bure
kate nahi ek pal bhi ho kate nahi ek pal bhi
tuta hai dil kuch aise kate gi kaisi umar na jane
ke dil wale dukhade bure laage jisko wohi ye dukh jane
ke dil wale dukhade bure

ek agni mere sine bhadke ek bhadke tandur ek agni
ek agni mere sine bhadke ek bhadke tandur
le jata wo yaad bhi apni le jata wo yaad bhi apni
chala gaya jo dur bhule jate nahi
gujre zamane ke dil wale dukhade bure
laage jisko wohi ye dukh jane ke dil wale dukhade bure

pap na sochu punay na sochu
sochu ye din rain pap na sochu
pap na pap na sochu punay na sochu
sochu ye din rain na to mai aabad huyi re
na to mai aabad huyi na tune paya chain
aise ghar se to achhe the virane ke dil wale dukhade bure
laage jisko wohi ye dukh jane ke dil wale dukhade bure

Only the one who feels it, knows,
how the heart's sorrows are a wretched cry.
Under the guise of smoke, the heart's sorrows,
never cease, not for a moment.
The heart shattered, in such a way,
how will life's tapestry unravel, who knows?
Only the one who feels it, knows,
how the heart's sorrows are a wretched cry.

A fire ignites within my breast,
a furnace ablaze, a fire.
It takes even memories away,
it takes even memories away,
gone far away, yet not forgotten.
Memories of a bygone time, the heart's sorrows,
Only the one who feels it, knows,
how the heart's sorrows are a wretched cry.

Neither sin nor virtue do I ponder,
this I contemplate day and night.
Neither sin nor virtue do I ponder,
this I contemplate day and night.
Neither have I flourished, alas,
nor have you found peace.
Better were the deserts than such a home,
the heart's sorrows are a wretched cry.
Only the one who feels it, knows,
how the heart's sorrows are a wretched cry.