zihal-e-miskin mankatukaful
zihal-e-miskin mankatukaful
dorahe naina banaye batiya

kitabe hijra naada re main ja
kitabe hijra naada re main ja
na le hukaye lagaye chhatiya
na le hukaye lagaye chhatiya
zihal-e-miskin mankatukaful
zihal-e-miskin mankatukaful
dorahe naina banaye batiya

jo shame soja jo jarra hai raat
humesha ke liye misk aamaad
jo shame soja jo jarra hai raat
humesha ke liye misk aamaad
na nind naina, na ang chaina
na aap aaye, na bheje pattiya
na aap aaye, na bheje pattiya
zihal-e-miskin mankatukaful
zihal-e-miskin mankatukaful
dorahe naina banaye batiya
kitabe hijra naada re main ja
kitabe hijra naada re main ja
na le hukaye lagaye chhatiya

My wounded heart, bound by chains,
My wounded heart, the captive reigns.
Two paths of eyes, that weave their tales.

The book of parting, a foolish plea,
The book of parting, encompassing me,
Do not speak of grief, nor cling to the past,
Do not speak of grief, where shadows are cast.
My wounded heart, bound by chains,
My wounded heart, the captive reigns.
Two paths of eyes, that weave their tales.

If burning lamps, and motes of the night,
Forever we'll be, in musk's delight.
If burning lamps, and motes of the night,
Forever we'll be, in musk's delight.
No sleep in my eyes, no peace in my breast,
You came not, nor sent a letter blessed.
You came not, nor sent a letter blessed.
My wounded heart, bound by chains,
My wounded heart, the captive reigns.
Two paths of eyes, that weave their tales.
The book of parting, a foolish plea,
The book of parting, encompassing me,
Do not speak of grief, nor cling to the past.