aai ab ki saal divaali munh par apane khun male
aai ab ki saal divaali
chaaro taraf hai ghor andheraa ghar me kaise dip jale
aai ab ki saal divaali munh par apane khun male

baalak tarase phulajhadiyo ko dipo ko divaare
dipo ko divaare
maan ki godi suni suni aangan kaise savaare
aangan kaise savaare
raah me unaki jaao ujaalo ban me jinaki shaam dhale
aai ab ki saal divaali munh par apane khun male

jinake dam se jagamag jagamag karati thi ye raate
karati thi ye raate
chori chori ho jati thi man se man ki baate
man se man ki baate
chhod chale vo ghar me amaavas jyoti lekar saath chale
aai ab ki saal divaali munh par apane khun male

tap-tap tap-tap tapake aansu chhalaki khaali thaali
aansu chhalaki khaali thaali
jaane kya kya samajhaati hai aankho ki ye laali
aankho ki ye laali
shor machaa hai aag lagi hai katate hai parvat pe gale
aai ab ki saal divaali munh par apane khun male

This year's Diwali, smeared with blood on her face,
This year's Diwali.
Darkness surrounds, a heavy shroud, how can lamps ignite?
This year's Diwali, smeared with blood on her face.

Children yearn for sparklers, for lamps on the walls,
For lamps on the walls.
Mother's lap is empty, barren, how can the courtyard bloom?
How can the courtyard bloom?
Become their light on the path, in the woods where their evenings fall,
This year's Diwali, smeared with blood on her face.

By whose light these nights once shimmered and shone,
Once shimmered and shone?
Where hearts whispered secrets, spoken softly alone,
Spoken softly alone?
They left, taking the light, leaving behind an endless night,
This year's Diwali, smeared with blood on her face.

Drop by drop, tears fall, an empty plate reflects,
An empty plate reflects.
What stories do these reddened eyes now project?
These reddened eyes project.
A clamor rises, fire rages, mountains choke and bleed,
This year's Diwali, smeared with blood on her face.