wo to akela na tha sahara
bikhra hua tha wo bechara
tut chuka tha bura tha nazara
kaise samjhaun mere yaar o ho o

man ka wo saccha akal ka kaccha
fir bhi tha wo dil ka saccha
accha saccha kachha o ho o

uska na koi wo na kisi ka
apni hi dhun me wo rahta
? kabhi kisi se na kahta
apna hasna rona o ho o

man ka wo saccha akal ka kaccha
fir bhi tha wo dil ka saccha
accha saccha kachha o ho o
accha saccha kachha o ho o

He wasn't truly alone, a pillar he lacked,
Scattered fragments, a wretched track.
Shattered now, the sight, a grim attack.
How to explain, my friend, alas, oh, oh.

Pure of heart, wisdom's novice,
Yet, his core, a truth that thrives.
Kind and true, naive and alive, oh, oh.

His belonging, none, and he, of none's keep,
Lost in his own rhythm, secrets deep.
Never words of his heart to speak,
His laughter, his tears, oh, oh.

Pure of heart, wisdom's novice,
Yet, his core, a truth that thrives.
Kind and true, naive and alive, oh, oh.
Kind and true, naive and alive, oh, oh.