jab sur alag ho saaz se
ae ae
ae ae ae
laya munh na kholegi kabhi
bichhde miley to sur mile
ae ae
payaal bhi bolegi tabhi

naache chham chham
aansoo hardam
mujh birhan ke gaal pe
bol birah ke bol paayaliya
dukhiyaari ke haal pe
dukhiyaari ke haal pe

raha bulbulon ka ik joda
sajni se sajan bichhuda
chaman ujda
ro ke kaati raat andheri
bulbul sookhi daal pe
bol birah ke bol paayaliya
dukhiyaari ke haal pe
dukhiyaari ke haal pe

naari badri ek jagat mein
baadariya yahaan barse wahaan barse
naari ka jeewan saawan ki
rimjhim rimjhim taal pe
bol birah ke bol paayaliya
dukhiyaari ke haal pe
dukhiyaari ke haal pe

jhoom chali main piya milan ko
bedardi mujhe jaane na pehchaane
milan hua to piya na maane
sar maaroon deewaal pe
bol birah ke bol paayaliya
dukhiyaari ke haal pe
dukhiyaari ke haal pe

When strings are severed from the song,
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,
The lips will seal, the melody gone.
When reunited, the notes entwine,
Ah, the anklets then will chime,

Dancing, tears fall evermore,
On the cheeks of my lonely plight.
Speak, O anklet, of separation's lore,
Of the grieving one's shadowed night.

Two nightingales, once a pair,
The lover parted from his fair.
The garden withered, bare.
Weeping, the dark hours spun,
The nightingale on a barren bough.
Speak, O anklet, of separation's groan,
Of the grieving one's shadowed brow.

A cloud, a woman's shadow in this world,
Here it rains, there it unfurls.
On the woman's rhythmic, soft tears,
Speak, O anklet, of separation's fears,
Of the grieving one's fallen tears.

I sway, to meet my love's embrace,
The cruel one, knows not my face.
Though we meet, he denies my place,
I beat my head against the wall.
Speak, O anklet, of separation's call,
Of the grieving one's tearful fall.