naazo ke pale
naazo ke pale kanto pe chale aisa bhi jaha me hota hai
taqadir ke zalim hatho se dil khun ke aansu rota hai
naazo ke pale kanto pe chale aisa bhi jaha me hota hai
taqadir ke zalim hatho se dil khun ke aansu rota hai
naazo ke pale

nit jin me chirag rahta tha, khak udati hai un haivano me
makhmal pe na rakhte the jo kadam phirte hai vo registano me
naazo ke pale

chalne ka sahara koi nahi, rukne ka thikana koi nahi
is hal me kam aane vala apna begana koi nahi
naazo ke pale

dunia me kisi ko bhi apni, kismat ka likha malum nahi
saman hai lakho barso ke, par kal ka pata malum nahi
naazo ke pale
naazo ke pale kanto pe chale aisa bhi jaha me hota hai
taqadir ke zalim hatho se dil khun ke aansu rota hai

Brought up in comforts, they walk on thorns,
Such a world exists, where fate deforms.
From cruel hands of destiny, the heart bleeds tears,
Brought up in comforts, they walk on thorns, my dears.

Those homes once lit by constant flame,
Are now dust-swept, a hollow game.
Those who shunned even velvet's touch,
Now roam the deserts, craving so much.
Brought up in comforts.

No hand to guide them on their way,
No haven found where they can stay.
In this plight, no one lends a hand,
No friend, no kin, in this barren land.
Brought up in comforts.

In this world, none knows their fate's decree,
A lifetime's worth, it seems, to be.
Possessions vast, of countless years,
Yet tomorrow's path, obscured by fears.
Brought up in comforts, they walk on thorns,
Such a world exists, where fate deforms.
From cruel hands of destiny, the heart bleeds tears.