dunge dard judaiya de te kad lende ne jaan
dunge dard judaiya de te kad lende ne jaan
la chingari ishq di, la chingari ishq di
agg lage aasmaan, o mirzya ho

ho gehre dard judaiyo ke shole jaisi jaan
shole jaisi jaan, oye hoye
koi la chingaari ishq di
phir agg lage aasmaan, o mirzya
bol ke suraj pighle, aag ka paudha nikle
sun teri daastaan o mirzya

ye waadiya dudhiya kohre ki, inme sadiya behti hai
ye waadiya dudhiya kohre ki, inme sadiya behti hai
marta nahi ishq o mirza, sadiya sahiban rehti hain
o mirzya, o mirzya
gol gol ghume zameen, aave na jaave kahi
tere phere leve zameen o mirzya

naa maar kaazi shamkaa, naa de tatti nu taa
ho padhna sadda reh gayaa, le aaye ishq likhaa
naa maar kaazi shamkaa, naa de tatti nu taa
ho padhna sadda reh gayaa, le aaye ishq likhaa
ek sadi se aaya tha woh, ik sadi ko jaana tha
ek janun ta, o dhul udata
zamin-zamin falak-falak kaha-kaha dhundhe tujhe mirzya
gol gol ghume zameen, aave na jaave kahi
tere phere leve zameen o mirzya, mirzya

Deep wounds of parting, they steal the very breath,
Deep wounds of parting, they steal the very breath.
Ignite the spark of love, ignite the spark of love,
Set the heavens ablaze, O Mirza, Ah!

Oh, the deep ache of separation, like flames that consume life,
Like flames that consume life, Oh-ho!
Someone, ignite the spark of love!
Then set the heavens ablaze, O Mirza!
As the sun melts at your word, a fire plant unfurls,
Hearing your tale, O Mirza.

These valleys of milky mist, in them, centuries flow,
These valleys of milky mist, in them, centuries flow.
Love never dies, O Mirza, Sahiban lives on for ages,
O Mirza, O Mirza.
The earth spins round and round, neither coming nor going anywhere,
The earth circles you, O Mirza.

Don't strike, O Qazi of Shamka, don't give the verdict,
Our reading remained incomplete, the lover’s fate arrived.
Don't strike, O Qazi of Shamka, don't give the verdict,
Our reading remained incomplete, the lover’s fate arrived.
He came from a century, he was to go in a century,
It was a passion, he raised dust,
Earth to earth, sky to sky, where, oh where, to seek you, Mirza?
The earth spins round and round, neither coming nor going anywhere,
The earth circles you, O Mirza, Mirza.