aankho me jal raha hai kyu, bujhta nahi dhuaa
aankho me jal raha hai kyu, bujhta nahi dhuaa
uththa to hai ghata sa, barasta nahi dhuaa
aankho me jal raha hai kyu, bujhta nahi dhuaa

chulhe nahi jalaye, ya basti hi jal gayi
chulhe nahi jalaye, ya basti hi jal gayi
kuch roj ho gaye hai, ab uththa nahi dhuaa
kuch roj ho gaye hai, ab uththa nahi dhuaa
aankho me jal raha hai kyu, bujhta nahi dhuaa

aankho ke pochhne se, laga aanch ka pata
aankho ke pochhne se, laga aanch ka pata
yu chehra pher lene se, chhupta nahi dhuaa

aankho se aansu ke marasim purane hain
aankho se aansu ke marasim purane hain
mehman ye ghar me aaye to chubtha nahi dhuaa
uththa to hai ghata sa, barasta nahi dhuaa
aankho me jal raha hai kyu, bujhta nahi dhuaa

Why does the smoke still burn within the eye,
Refusing to be quenched, a persistent sigh?
It rises like a storm cloud, vast and gray,
But never does it weep a single day.
Why does the smoke still burn within the eye?

Have hearths been left unlit, or has the village burned?
For days now, silence, lessons unlearned,
No smoke ascends, a vanished, ashen grace.
No smoke ascends, leaving an empty space.
Why does the smoke still burn within the eye?

Wiping the eyes reveals the scorching trace,
A fiery imprint on the very face.
Turning away, no solace can be found,
The smoke still lingers, on hallowed ground.

The eyes and tears, in ancient pact entwined,
A familiar guest, a comfort for the mind.
When tears arrive, the smoke does not now sting,
It rises like a storm cloud, yet nothing does it bring.
Why does the smoke still burn within the eye?