dard mando ka jaha me aasra koi nahi
bewafa sara zmana va wafa koi nahi
bewafa sara zmana

roke aankhe puchhati chuke hai, mere dil se bar bar
roke aankhe puchhati chuke hai, mere dil se bar bar
ibtida rone ki hai, kya intihan koi nahi
ibtida rone ki hai kya

jab ummido ne kosa ab tumhara kon hai
jab ummido ne kosa ab tumhara kon hai
aarzuo ne tadap ke yu kaha koi nahi
aarzuo ne tadap ke

kya kahe kisse kahe kyu kar gaye, kaise kahe
kya kahe kisse kahe kyu kar gaye, kaise kahe
sunanevala dasta-ae-dard ka koi nahi
dard mando ka jaha me

In this world of woes, no solace resides,
A faithless age, where truth forever hides.
The heart weeps, questions fill its mournful space,
A ceaseless tide of tears, no final grace.

When hope itself inquires, "Whose are you?"
Desires then whisper, trembling, "None are true."
None, in this desolate, soul-searing land.

What words to speak, to whom, or how to plead?
No listener remains to hear the heart's deep need.
In this world of woes, no solace can be found.