Tere Liye Meri Ibaadatein Wahi Hain,
Tu Sharam Kar, Teri Aadatein Wahi Hain,
Jinke Liye Hum Rote hai
Vo kisi or ki baaho me sote hai
Tere Liye Meri Ibaadatein Wahi Hain,
Tu Sharam Kar, Teri Aadatein Wahi Hain,
Jinke Liye Hum Rote hai
Vo kisi or ki baaho me sote hai
Jinke Liye Hum Rote hai
Vo kisi or ki baaho me sote hai
Hum Galiyon me bhatakte rehte hai
Vo samundar Kinare Hote hai
Jinke Liye Hum Rote hai
Vo kisi or ki baaho me sote hai
Pagal ho jaungi Ana kabhi na
Galiyon me unki jaana kabhi na
Hum Jinda gaye the karib unke
Ab dekho mare hue laute hai
Jinke Liye Hum Rote hai
Vo kisi or ki baaho me sote hai
Hatho se khelte honge ya pairo se
Fursat kaha hai ab unko hai gairo se
Unke mohabbat har jagah
Vo jo kehte the hum iklote hai
Jinke Liye Hum Rote hai
Vo kisi or ki baaho me sote hai
Kabhi yahan baat karte ho
Kabhi wahan baat karte ho
Aa kar lo sahab hamse kaha baat karte ho
Aaj us shaksh ka naa naam btayenge
Jaani tha jaani Mile jis kaayar ka
Galti thi choti mohobbat kari jo
Galti badi thi jo kar baithe shayar se
Aag ka dariya Jafa unki
Har din lagane hote hai
Jinke Liye Hum Rote hai
Vo kisi or ki baaho me sote hai
For you, my prayers are same,
Have some shame because your habits are still the same.
For whom I cry,
For whom I cry, he sleeps in someone else’s arms.
For whom I shed tears,
he sleeps in someone else’s arms.
I am wandering on the streets,
While they (he with someone) are enjoying at the beaches.
For whom I am in tears,
He sleeps in someone else’s arms without bothering about me.
You may go crazy, never come here.
Never visit his streets, never do it.
I went closer to him while alive,
Now see, I have come back dead.
For whom, I am grieving, he sleeps in somebody else’s arms.
He would be playing with her arms or feet,
Since he is too busy with strangers now.
I still feel his love everywhere around,
because he used to say that I am the only ‘one’ for him.
For whom, I am in tears,
He sleeps in someone else’s arms carefree.
You have been criticizing me on my back everywhere,
You’re a wealthy man, boss. You wouldn’t talk to me.
Today, I will reveal the name of the person I am talking about.
The coward who I met was ‘Jaani.’
Falling in love was a small mistake,
But the greater wrongfulness (mistake) was falling in love with a poet.
The ocean of fire is his oppression (or violence, injustice.)
I wish to dive-in every day.
For whom, I am crying, he sleeps in somebody else’s arms.