chaand ek beva ki chudi ki tarah tuta hua
har sitaara besahara soch me duba hua
gam ke baadal, ik janaaze ki tarah thahre huye
sisakiyo ke saaz par kahta hai dil rota hua
koi nahi mera is duniya me aashiya barbaad hai
aansu bhari mujhe qismat mili hai zindagi nashad hai
koi nahi mera is duniya me aashiya barbaad hai

ja hava tu rasta le apna, qismat hai meri ji ke tadpana
ja hava tu rasta le apna, qismat hai meri ji ke tadpana
aayi hai mere gam pe javaani, roti hui ik yaad hai
koi nahi mera is duniya me aashiya barbaad hai

sukh chuke hai aankho ke jharne, lut liya hame daag-e-jigar ne
sukh chuke hai aankho ke jharne, lut liya hame daag-e-jigar ne
phul nahi ye zakhm khile hain
phul nahi ye zakhm khile hain
aasamaan saiyaad hai, aasamaan saiyaad hai
koi nahi mera is duniya me aashiya barbaad hai
koi nahi mera is duniya me aashiya barbaad hai

mausam dukho ka sar par hai chhaaya
mujhse juda hai khud mera saaya
mausam dukho ka sar par hai chhaaya
mujhse juda hai khud mera saaya
hum hai akele gam ke hai mele, ruh ki fariyad hai
koi nahi mera is duniya me aashiya barbaad hai

The moon, a widow's bangle, shattered and frail,
Each star adrift, in a desolate gale.
Clouds of sorrow, like a funeral's train,
On the sighs of the soul, a heart's weeping strain.
None are mine, this world's a ruined nest,
Tears my portion, life's joy suppressed.
None are mine, this world's a ruined nest.

Go wind, find your path, my fate's to yearn,
Go wind, find your path, my fate's to burn.
Youth descends on my grief's terrain,
A weeping memory, in endless pain.
None are mine, this world's a ruined nest.

The fountains of eyes, now dry and bare,
The wound in my heart, the thief of care.
No blossoms bloom, but wounds laid bare,
No blossoms bloom, but wounds laid bare.
The sky's a hunter, trapping all around,
The sky's a hunter, nowhere safe is found.
None are mine, this world's a ruined nest,
None are mine, this world's a ruined nest.

The season of sorrows, a shadow descends,
Even my shadow, from me, transcends.
The season of sorrows, a shadow descends,
Even my shadow, from me, transcends.
Alone am I, at grief's fair,
The soul's lament, beyond compare.
None are mine, this world's a ruined nest.