janta hu manta hu ek tere ko
aansuo ka hissa
besumar halak me sabal
aur falak me dhuna
jaan le tu jaan le
sath bichhi hai samne
hai naam bajah aur sir
likhle iske tu kayde
kuch na hone se buri aadhi kranti
na barabar tastoor jaha
waha gumsuda shanti

kissa iska tu bhala
ek chingari pe nikal
manta jaha hai uska bajud
main karu uska pesh ka ghayal
aur bhul jati bhul ja
pahle ki tarah hi din bita
kisi ki shanti bhi de dekh na
fir se bera mera zara sa
kuch na hone se buri aadhi kranti
na barabar tastoor jaha
waha gumsuda shanti

samnata hai tujhe bama mahpool
tasawar tera tera bajud
jo khush manha mano
ye hat ka kastoor

I know, I believe, only in You,
a share of tears,
unfathomable questions choked in the throat,
and smoke in the firmament.
Know this, understand this.
The path lies before us,
a name, a reason, a head,
write down its laws.
A half-revolution is worse than nothing,
where equality is absent,
there, peace is lost.

You, the teller of this tale,
ignite it with a spark.
Where the heart acknowledges its existence,
I present its wounded plea.
And forget, let go,
spend the day as before.
Look, if you dare, at another's peace,
then, again, my own.
A half-revolution is worse than nothing,
where equality is absent,
there, peace is lost.
Equality is your cherished desire,
your existence, your image.
What the heart desires, believe this,
is a musk of resistance.