uth jayenge jaha se hum yuhi rote rote
phulo ki aarzu me kato pe sote sote
uth jayenge jaha se hum yuhi rote rote

bichda har ek sathi tuta har ek sapna
itne bade jaha me koi bana na apna
bichda har ek sathi tuta har ek sapna
itne bade jaha me koi bana na apna
so jakhm paye dil ne ek jakhm dhote dhote
uth jayenge jaha se rote rote
phulo ki aarzu me kato pe sote sote
uth jayenge jaha se hum yuhi rote rote

lakho hi gum uthaye lahko hi julm jhele
dunia khushi se kheli hum aansuo se khele
lakho hi gum uthaye lahko hi julm jhele
dunia khushi se kheli hum aansuo se khele
har aarzu mit gayi hai barbad hote hote
uth jayenge jaha se hum yuhi rote rote
phulo ki aarzu me kato pe sote sote

muh tak rahe hai kab se bedard jindagi ka
hum wo hai jinke sar pe saya nahi kisi ka
muh tak rahe hai kab se bedard jindagi ka
hum wo hai jinke sar pe saya nahi kisi ka
khud se bhi kho na jaye dunia se khote khote
uth jayenge jaha se hum yuhi rote rote
phulo ki aarzu me kato pe sote sote
uth jayenge jaha se hum yuhi rote rote

We shall depart this world, weeping still,
Dreaming of blooms, on thorns, we meet our fill.
We shall depart this world, weeping still.

Each companion gone, each dream now rent,
In this vast world, no kindred spirit lent.
Each companion gone, each dream now rent,
The heart has bled, one wound, as one it spent.
We shall depart this world, weeping still,
Dreaming of blooms, on thorns, we meet our fill.
We shall depart this world, weeping still.

A thousand sorrows borne, a million harms endured,
The world with joy did play, while tears ensured.
A thousand sorrows borne, a million harms endured,
The world with joy did play, while tears ensured.
Each longing quenched, as ruin now secured.
We shall depart this world, weeping still,
Dreaming of blooms, on thorns, we meet our fill.

By cruel life, we’re shunned, for long we've known,
We are the ones, with shadows overthrown.
By cruel life, we’re shunned, for long we've known,
We are the ones, with shadows overthrown.
Lest we lose ourselves, by losing what we own.
We shall depart this world, weeping still,
Dreaming of blooms, on thorns, we meet our fill.
We shall depart this world, weeping still.