jina hamako ras na aya, ham jane kyo jite hai
kya savan kya bhado apane, sab din rote bite hai
jina hamako ras na aya, ham jane kyo jite hai
jina hamako

ham se to jag ruth gaya hai, ek tumhara kya shikava
ham se to jag ruth gaya hai, ek tumhara kya shikava
ab kyo ahe bharate hai, ham ab kyo ansu pite hai
jina hamako ras na aya, ham jane kyo jite hai
jina hamako

pyar ki bazi asan samajhe, ham ne badi nadani ki
pyar ki bazi asan samajhe, ham ne badi nadani ki
dil ki duhai dene vale, yah bazi kab jite hai
jina hamako ras na aya, ham jane kyo jite hai
jina hamako

dore junun me kya kya sujhi, kya kya ham ne kar dala
dore junun me kya kya sujhi, kya kya ham ne kar dala
khud hi girahaba phad liya hai, khud hi girahaba site hai
jina hamako ras na aya, ham jane kyo jite hai
jina hamako

To live, a bitter draught, a taste unknown,
Why do we breathe, though life has overthrown?
What is monsoon, what is autumn's guise?
Each day a weeping, mirrored in our eyes.
To live, a bitter draught, a taste unknown,
Why do we breathe?

The world has turned, its anger now displayed,
Your single scorn, a shadow gently swayed.
Why sigh and weep, why swallow every tear?
A hollow echo whispers in the ear.
To live, a bitter draught, a taste unknown,
Why do we breathe?

Love's game, we thought, a simple ease to find,
A foolish error, etched upon the mind.
Those who cry out, their hearts laid bare and cold,
In this harsh game, what victories unfold?
To live, a bitter draught, a taste unknown,
Why do we breathe?

In madness' grasp, what visions did arise?
What reckless acts beneath the darkened skies?
We tore our robes, our own hands did the deed,
Then stitched them back, a wounded heart to feed.
To live, a bitter draught, a taste unknown,
Why do we breathe?