baat niklegi to phir dur talak jayegi
log bewjah udasi ka sabb puchhenge
log bewjah udasi ka sabb puchhenge
ye bhi puchhenge ki tum itni paresan kyun ho
ungliya uthegi sukhe huye balon ki taraf
ik nazar dekhenge gujre huye salon ki taraf
chudiya par bhi kayi tanj kiye jayenge
kanpte hatho pe bhi fikre kase jayenge

log zalim hain har ek baat ka tana denge
log zalim hain har ek baat ka tana denge
baaton baaton me mera zikr le aayenge
unki baaton ka zara sa bhi asar mat lena
warna chehre ke tassur se samjh jayenge
chahe kuchh bhi ho sawalat na karna unse
chahe kuchh bhi ho sawalat na karna unse
mere bare me koi baat na karna unse
baat niklegi to phir dur talak jayegi

A whisper starts, a river's course it claims,
And sorrow's reason, they will ask in vain.
They'll seek the source of shadows in your gaze,
And why such turmoil fills your days.

Fingers will point to tresses, dried and frail,
A glance will wander to years that pale.
Bracelets, too, will bear the sting of scorn,
And trembling hands will face a witless morn.

They are cruel, each word a wounding dart,
They'll weave my name into their art.
Do not let their words find purchase in your soul,
Or in your face, the truth they'll unroll.
No matter what, from questions you must flee,
No matter what, of me, do not agree
To speak a word.
A whisper starts, a river's course it claims.