Why have I earned this sort of punishment, my beloved?Īgain I want to live, On/For you, I want to die (again) What’s the point of this kind of meeting, being together yet lonelyĪisi Kyun Saza Humne Hai Paayi, Raanjhna Ve The memories are all delicate (thin and worn), are delicate, are delicate Hai Aankhein Bheeni Yeh Bheeni Yeh Bheeni The memories are all delicate (thin & worn)(like in a bed sheet) The eyes are wet, these are wet, these are wet The bed sheet is thin and worn, thin and worn That which was yours, that which was mine In my lines (of fate), you’ve written separation Inside my heart, after igniting a fire, O Lord
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