Ras Na Aya Rehna Door Kya Keeje
Dil Keh Raha Use Maqammal Kar Bhi Ao
Woh Jo Adhoori Si Bat Baki Hai
Woh Jo Adhoori Si Yad Baki Hai
The helpless heart brought me once more. What’s to be done?
These distances didn’t suit me. What am I supposed to do?
The heart is calling for completion, and the discussion is still incomplete.
The memory that remains unfinished.
Karte Hain Hum Aaj Qubool Kya Keeje
Ho Gayi Thi Jo Humse Bhool Kya Keeje
Dil Keh Raha Use Mayassar Kar Bhi Aao
Woh Jo Dabi Si As Baki Hai
Woh Jo Dabi Si Anch Baki Hai
I admit that today. What’s to be done?
The mistake I made, and what should I do about it?
The heart talks about making itself accessible,
for the sobering desire that there is still there.
And, there’s also a suppressed fire.
Kismat Ko Hai Yeh Manzoor Kya Keeje
Milte Rahe Hum Badastoor Kya Keeje
Dil Keh Raha Hai Use Musalsal Kar Bhi Ao
Woh Jo Ruki Si Rah Baki Hai
Woh Jo Ruki Si Chah Baki Hai
Destiny wants it. What’s to be done?
May we continue to meet as we are.
To make it go on forever, my heart says.
There’s still that stuck road.
There’s still the trapped urge.