bazeecha e atfaal hai duniya mere aage
hota hai sabro tamasha mere aage
bazeecha e atfaal hai

hota hai nihar gard me shahra mere hote
hota hai nihar gard me shahra mere hote
hista hai jabi paak pe dariya mere aage
hista hai jabi paak pe

imam mujhe roke hai to kheeche hai mujhe kufr
imam mujhe roke hai to kheeche hai mujhe kufr
kabab mere peeche hai kali sa mere aage hai
kabab mere peeche hai

wo hatho ko zumbees nahi aankho me to dum hai
wo hatho ko zumbees nahi aankho me to dum hai
rehno do sabro meena mere aage hai
rehne do sabro meena mere aage hai

The world, a playground for children, spins before me,
A spectacle of patience and wonder, unfurling.
A child's game it is.

The city's dust swirls in my sight, it seems,
The city's dust swirls,
Rivers of tears upon a pure forehead, flowing,
Rivers.

The Imam restrains me, yet disbelief pulls,
The Imam restrains,
The kabab behind, the black night ahead,
The kabab.

Though hands lack motion, in the eyes, breath remains,
Though hands lack,
Let the goblet and the wine remain before me now,
Let them.