ye wo intjaar tha jiska ye
wo sahar to nahi, ye dag dag ujala
ye sahar to nahi jiski aarju lekar
ye sahar to nahi jiski aarju lekar
chale the yaar ke mil jayegi kahi na kahi
ye wo intjaar tha jiska ye
wo sahar to nahi, ye dag dag ujala

bahut ajeej thi lekin rukhe sahar ki lagan
bahut kari tha hasile nur ka daaaman
subuk subuk thi tamnna dabi dabi thi takhal
wo intjaar tha jiska ye
wo sahar to nahi, ye dag dag ujala

abhi garaaniy shab mein kami nahi aayi
nijaat hoti wo dil ki ghadi nahi aayi
chale chalo ki wo manjil abhi nahi aayi

This, the vigil we kept, for this?
No dawn, only a stained, bruised light.
No dawn, for which we yearned so long,
No dawn, for which we carried hope,
Believing somewhere, somehow, it would meet us.
This, the vigil we kept, for this?
No dawn, only a stained, bruised light.

Though precious, the desire for the dawn's face,
Though the price of light was paid in full,
Whispers of yearning, suppressed imaginings…
This, the vigil we kept, for this?
No dawn, only a stained, bruised light.

The night's weight still bears down, unyielding,
That hour of release, it has yet to arrive.
Press onward, for the destination's still beyond reach.