mana ke wfa aap jara bhi nahi karte
par aise to mahfil se utha bhi nahi karte
bimare dile yaar hai muddat se tumhara
tum kaise masiha ho dwa bhi nahi karte

masiha banke bimaro ko kispe chhod jate ho
masiha banke bimaro ko kispe chhod jate ho
masiha banke bimaro ko kispe chhod jate ho
are taslli bhi diye jate ho dil bhi tod jate ho
taslli bhi diye jate ho dil bhi tod jate ho

hum bade betab hokar aap le daman bacha
koi apni jaan de aur aap dikhlaye ada
ja rahe ho jaao par ek bar mud kar dekh lo
gam hai aankhon mein lavo se aa rahi hai ye sada
masiha banke bimaro ko kispe chhod jate ho

ek jara thahro ye hasrat ki najar bhi dekh lo
dard dil bhi dekh lo darde jigar bhi dekh lo
kaam ban jaye hamara ek najar ki baat hai
kaya bigdta hai tumhara jo idhar bhi dekh lo
masiha banke bimaro ko kispe chhod jate ho
taslli bhi diye jate ho dil bhi tod jate ho

You feign no faith, I know this well,
Yet from the gathering, you never quell.
Your heart, for ages, aches for your beloved,
How can you be a healer, yet no balm compel?

A healer, leaving the sick to fate's cruel hand,
A healer, leaving the sick to fate's cruel hand,
A healer, leaving the sick to fate's cruel hand,
You offer solace, then shatter the heart's command.
You offer solace, then shatter the heart's command.

With restless longing, we cling to your grace,
Another gives their life, you show your face.
Depart, if you must, but once, turn your gaze,
Grief in our eyes, from our lips, this plea we trace:
A healer, leaving the sick to fate's cruel hand.

Just linger a moment, witness our yearning sight,
See the heart's ache, the liver's burning plight.
A glance from you could set our world anew,
What harm to glance, and see our fading light?
A healer, leaving the sick to fate's cruel hand,
You offer solace, then shatter the heart's command.