rona hi likha tha kismat me
rona hi likha tah kismat me
ham geet khushi ke gaa na sake
ga na sake
ujadi huyi nagri bas na saki
ujadi huyi nagri bas na saki
ham paa ke bhi unko, paa na sake
paa na sake
rona hi likha tah kismat me

aisa bhi koi majbur na ho
yu koi kisi se dur na ho
aisa bhi koi majbur na ho
yu koi kisi se dur na ho
joro se hanse mar mar ke jiye
ham fir bhi unhe apnana na sake
rona hi likha tah kismat me

is rang badalti duniya me
har mausam aake beet gaya
is rang badalti duniya me
har mausam aake beet gaya
bahte huye aansu ruk jate
wo din wo jamane aa na sake
aa na sake
rona hi likha tah kismat me

To weep was etched within the stars,
To weep, the destined thread of scars.
Our lips, they could not sing of joy,
Could not, alas, our hearts employ.
A ravaged city, doomed to fall,
Awaited life beyond the wall.
Though ours they were, we could not claim,
The destined weeping, all the same.

That none be bound, by fate's harsh hand,
That none be parted from the land.
That none be bound, by fate's dark art,
That none be sundered from the heart.
Though laughter echoed, life's deep ache,
Our love, forever, could not take.
To weep, the fate we must embrace.

In this world of shifting hue,
Each season came, and swiftly flew.
In this world, where colors shift,
Each fleeting moment, time did lift.
Though tears would cease, the stream would dry,
Those days of old, could never lie.
Never return, the vibrant gleam,
To weep, a predetermined dream.