kisamat kaa maaraa
kisamat kaa maaraa pachhi akelaa roye
roye
milan ki belaa -2

dhime-dhime chaand ne apani kirano kaa jaal phailaayaa
halake-halake hawaa ke jhoko ne phulo ko sahalaayaa
jab lahare naach-naach kar chumi tat ko
jhat jhum-jhum chandaa ki chhaanv me raat ne
raat ne rag udelaa

kisamat kaa maaraa
kisamat kaa maaraa pachhi akelaa roye
roye
milan ki belaa

paagal man ki aashaa_o kaa ek sitaaraa tutaa -2
prem-panth ke raahi se ummid kaa daaman chhutaa -2

madhur chaandani ban dulahan aa_i aakaash ke dwaar pe
janam-janam kaa pyaasaa chakoraa paagal hu_aa sigaar pe
kab biti
kab biti wo raat usane naa jaanaa
murakh ghum-ghum kar maar thak gayaa
tutaa
tutaa wo sapan rupahalaa

kisamat kaa maaraa
kisamat kaa maaraa pachhi akelaa roye
roye
milan ki belaa -2

A bird, struck by fate, alone weeps,
Weeps for the hour of union, weeps.

Slowly, the moon unfurled its net of light,
Gently, the breeze caressed the blooms of night.
When waves danced, kissing the shore with grace,
Then, swaying, the night, in the moon's embrace,
Poured forth its hues.

A bird, struck by fate, alone weeps,
Weeps for the hour of union.

A star of a mad heart's hopes fell, shattered and done,
From the pilgrim of love, hope's veil had run.
From the pilgrim of love, hope's veil had run.

Sweet moonlight came, a bride at heaven's gate,
A chakora, parched for ages, crazed by the state.
When passed, when passed, that night, he knew not where,
The fool, wandering, weary, crushed by a dream so fair,
A dream of silver.

A bird, struck by fate, alone weeps,
Weeps for the hour of union, union's hour.