tum pyar ko mere daga mat dena
tum pyar ko mere daga mat dena
kuch bhi dena ye saja mat dena
jise tum bin jeene ki aadat na ho
use lambi umar ki dua mat dena
tum pyar ko mere daga mat dena

mere kandho par teri zulfein hain
mere hotho pe teri saanse hain
mere kandho par teri zulfein hain
mere hotho pe teri saanse hain
is khwab se roshan raahate hain
is khwaab se mujhko jaga mat dena
jie tum bin jeene ki aadat na ho
use lambi umar ki dua mat dena
tum pyar ko mere daga mat dena
kuch bhi dena ye saja mat dena

tu geet wafa ke ga na sake
main tujhko bulau tu aa na sake
tu geet wafa ke ga na sake
main tujhko bulau tu aa na sake
tu chahe aur usko buja na sake
is aag ko itni hawa mat dena
jise tum bin jine ki aadat na ho
use lambi umar ki dua mat dena
tum pyar ko mere daga mat dena
kuch bhi dena ye saja mat dena

jo teri meri kahani hai
wo ab ashqo ki jabani hai
jo teri meri kahani hai
woh ab ashqo ki jabaani hai
ab dard hi teri nishaani hai
iss dard ki koi dawa mat dena
jise tum bin jine ki aadat na ho
use lambi umar ki dua mat dena
tum pyar ko mere daga mat dena
kuch bhi dena ye saja mat dena

Betray not my love, I implore,
Betray not my love, I implore.
Grant any gift, but not this sore,
To one who cannot live without,
A life's long span, do not pour.
Betray not my love, I implore.

Upon my shoulders, your tresses gleam,
Upon my lips, your breaths convene.
Upon my shoulders, your tresses gleam,
Upon my lips, your breaths convene.
These dreams illuminate, serene,
From this sweet sleep, do not redeem.
To one who cannot live without,
A life's long span, do not deem.
Betray not my love, I implore,
Grant any gift, but not this sore.

You cannot sing of faith's true song,
Though I may call, you can't belong.
You cannot sing of faith's true song,
Though I may call, you can't belong.
You yearn, yet cannot keep it strong,
To this fire, no wind prolong.
To one who cannot live without,
A life's long span, do not throng.
Betray not my love, I implore,
Grant any gift, but not this sore.

Our tale, once vibrant, now we see,
A youth of tears, eternally.
Our tale, once vibrant, now we see,
A youth of tears, eternally.
Now pain, your sole identity,
To this deep ache, no remedy.
To one who cannot live without,
A life's long span, do not decree.
Betray not my love, I implore,
Grant any gift, but not this sore.