saaf sunaaiyi deti hai
saaf sunaayi deti hai ek, dard bhari aawaaj mujhe
saaf sunaayi deti hai ek, dard bhari aawaaj mujhe
pichhale pahar sannaate me, kisne di aawaaj mujhe
saaf sunaayi deti hai ek, dard bhari aawaaj mujhe
saaf sunaayi deti hai ek, dard bhari aawaaj mujhe
pichhale pahar sannaate me, kisne di aawaaj mujhe
saaf sunaayi deti hai

tanhaayi me jab bhi apne, dil se baate karta hu
tanhaayi me jab bhi apne, dil se baate karta hu
dil se baate karta hu
anjaani si lagti hai kyu, apni hi aawaaj mujhe
anjaani si lagti hai kyu, apni hi aawaaj mujhe
saaf sunaayi deti hai

dhokha khaana apni fitrat
kiske sar iljaam nashi
dhokha khaana apni fitrat
kiske sar iljaam nashi
kiske sar iljaam nashi
apna kahkar lut gayi hai, ek nayi aawaaj mujhe
apna kahkar lut gayi hai, ek nayi aawaaj mujhe
pichhale pahar sannaate me, kisne di aawaaj mujhe
saaf sunaayi deti hai ek, dard bhari aawaaj mujhe
ek dard bhari aawaaj mujhe
ek dard bhari aawaaj mujhe
ek dard bhari aawaaj mujhe
ek dard bhari aawaaj mujhe

A voice, laden with sorrow, cuts through,
A voice, laden with sorrow, I hear it true.
In the hush of the dying night, who calls to me?
A voice, laden with sorrow, persistently.
A voice, laden with sorrow, I hear it now.

When in solitude, I speak to my heart,
When in solitude, my heart's secrets impart,
Secrets I impart,
Why does my own voice feel unknown to me?
Why does my own voice feel foreign, suddenly?
A voice, I clearly hear.

Deceit, my nature's chosen plight,
Whose fault, then, the blame, the endless night?
Whose fault, then, the blame?
Claiming kinship, a new voice steals my light,
Claiming kinship, a new voice steals the night.
In the hush of the dying night, who calls to me?
A voice, laden with sorrow, I hear its plea.
A voice of sorrow, its echo rings,
A voice of sorrow, on broken wings,
A voice of sorrow, forever it sings,
A voice of sorrow, the sadness it brings.