rote huye aate hain sab hasataa huaa jo jaayegaa
wo mukaddar kaa sikandar, jaana-ye-man kahalaayegaa

wo sikandar kyaa thaa jisane julm se jeetaa jahaan
pyaar se jeete dilon ko, wo zukaa de aasamaan
jo sitaaronpar kahaanee pyaar kee likh jaayegaa

jindagee to bewafaa hain yek din thhukarayegee
maut mehaboobaa hain apane saath lekar jaayegee
mar ke jeene kee adaa jo duniyaan ko sikhalaayegaa

humane maanaa ye jamaanaa dard kee jaagir hai
har kadam pe aasooonkee yek nayee janjir hai
saaja-ye-gam par jo khushee ke geet gaataa jaayegaa

We arrive in tears, all,
He who departs with laughter,
That conqueror of fate, beloved, he shall be.

What conqueror was he, who won the world with might?
Love's sway, bending heavens, that conquered through the light.
He who on stars, love's tale, shall write,
That conqueror of fate.

Life, a fickle mistress, one day will betray,
Death, a beloved, taking all away.
He who, dying, life's art shall convey,
That conqueror of fate.

We concede this world, a kingdom of pain,
At every step, a fresh sorrow's chain.
He who through days, joy's song shall sustain,
That conqueror of fate.
We arrive in tears, all,
He who departs with laughter,
That conqueror of fate, beloved, he shall be.