katte hai dukh me din, pahlu badal badal ke
rahte hai dil ke dil me, armaa machal machal ke
katte hai

tadpayega kaha tak, ae dard-e-dil bata de
rusvaa kahi na kar de, aansu nikal nikal ke
katte hai dukh me din

ye khwaab par jo chamki, ye khwaab par jo chamki
jarre na inko samjho
fenka gaya hai dil ka, fenka gaya hai dil ka
shisha kuchal kuchal ke
katte hai dukh me din

ulfat ki thokaro se, ulfat ki thokaro se
aakhir na bach saka dil
jitne kadam uthaae, hamne sambhal sambhal ke
katte hai dukh me din, pahlu badal badal ke
katte hai dukh me din

Days of sorrow, they are spent, turning on their side,
Dreams remain within the heart, struggling, deep inside.
Days of sorrow, they are spent.

How far will you torment, O pain within the breast?
Lest you shame me, let it be, these tears, they cannot rest.
Days of sorrow, they are spent.

Upon the dream that shimmered, upon the dream that gleamed,
Do not mistake these specks, do not mistake their sheen,
Shattered glass of the heart, shattered and now defiled,
Crushed into a thousand pieces, across the barren field.
Days of sorrow, they are spent.

From love's harsh blows, from love's harsh blows,
The heart could not be saved.
With every step we took, with care and caution led,
Days of sorrow, they are spent, turning on their side,
Days of sorrow, they are spent.