kisse lambe ne lakeeraan de
goli naal gal karde
bol chubh de ne veeraan de

kahani mari yeh lakeera di
mitti vich lahu ralyaa
jaan jandi yeh fakira di

ranjhe firan lakeera te
ranjhe firan lakeera te
paira te kulhaadi pendi
muhe band huye heeran te

honi likhi yeh lakeera te
umra de hisab muk gaye
umra de hisab muk gaye
tote labhe taqdeeraan te

honi likhi yeh lakeera te
o honi, honi likhi yeh lakeera te
umra de hisab muk gaye
umra de hisab muk gaye
tote labhe taqdeeraan de

dargah vich chirag bujh gaya
kisse lambe ne lakeeraan de
o kisse lambe ne lakeeraan de
kisse lambe ne lakeeraan de
kisse lambe ne lakeeraan de

mathe maro lakeeraan te
dargah ve chirag bujh gaye
o dargah ve chirag bujh gaye
o dah paye pira de
kisse lambe lakeera de
o kisse lambe lakeera de
kisse lambe lakeera de.
goli naal gal karde
bol chubh de ne veeraan de

Long are the tales of lines drawn,
Whispers of bullets, words that scar,
Barren landscapes where echoes spawn,
A story etched in lines afar.
Blood mingles now with earthen dust,
The beggar's soul begins to part.

Ranjhas wander, lost in lines,
Ranjhas wander, caught in binds,
Axe falls hard on weary feet,
The mirrors of their dreams are sealed,
Fate inscribed in these same lines,
As seasons pass, the moments fade,
As seasons pass, the moments fade,
Shattered hopes, the fates entwined.

Fate inscribed in these same lines,
Oh, fate, oh fate, on lines it falls,
As seasons pass, the moments fade,
As seasons pass, the moments fade,
Shattered hopes, the fates entwined.
The shrine's lamp fades into the night,
Long are the tales of lines drawn,
Oh, long are the tales of lines drawn,
Long are the tales of lines drawn,
Long are the tales of lines drawn.

Beat your brow upon these lines,
The shrine's lamp fades into the night,
Oh, the shrine's lamp fades into the night,
The wounds of saints now laid bare,
Long are the tales of lines drawn,
Oh, long are the tales of lines drawn,
Long are the tales of lines drawn,
Whispers of bullets, words that scar,
Barren landscapes where echoes spawn.