is ghar ki har it pe likhi
kurbani ki kahani
maati mol bech di kisne
ye purkho ki nishani
jisko lahu se sincha maine
ujad gaya vo gulshan
mala tuti bikhare moti
kho gaya mera jivan
bhagwan kis kasoor ki
di hai mujhe saja
zindegi yahi hai, to hai zindegi mein kya
zindegi yahi hai, to hai zindegi mein kya
zindegi yahi hai, to hai zindegi mein kya

Upon each brick of this dwelling, a story's etched deep,
Of sacrifice rendered, secrets the old walls keep.
Who bartered the earth, the legacy sold?
The heirloom of ancestors, now shattered, grown cold.

The garden I watered, with crimson of life,
Now withered and desolate, consumed by the strife.
The garland has broken, the pearls scattered wide,
And the essence of living has vanished inside.

Oh, God, for what sin, have I earned such despair?
If this is the life, then what meaning is there?
If this is the life, then what meaning is there?
If this is the life, then what meaning is there?