apni najro se bahut dur chhupa du khud ko
jee me aata hai kahin rakh ke bhula du khud ko

na apna tha jo kal gujra jo ab hai woh hai gairo ka
nahi umeed ab koi kal humara kal bhi kya hoga
humara kal bhi kya hoga
na apna tha jo kal gujra

badi ranaaiya hongi jahan me hum nahi honge
badi ranaaiya hongi jahan me hum nahi honge
humare ek, na hone se fasane kam nahi honge
humara aaj charcha hai toh kal auro ka phir hoga
na apna tha jo kal gujra jo ab hai woh hai gairo ka
nahi umeed ab koi kal humara kal bhi kya hoga
humara kal bhi kya hoga
na apna tha jo kal gujra

ujadne ko hai ye mehfil, nayi aabad kar lena
ujadne ko hai ye mehfil, nayi aabad kar lena
nayi buniyad jab rakho hume bhi yaad kar lena
dukhana dil ko na hargij
dukhakar dil ko kya hoga
na apna tha jo kal gujra jo ab hai woh hai gairo ka
nahi umeed ab koi kal humara kal bhi kya hoga
humara kal bhi kya hoga
na apna tha jo kal gujra

I long to hide myself beyond all sight,
To vanish, left behind in endless night.

What was, is gone, no longer mine to claim,
The present lost, to strangers' fleeting fame.
No hope remains for what tomorrow brings,
What echoes shall my silent future sing?
What was, is gone.

The world will bloom with beauty, vast and bright,
But I will be a whisper in the light.
The tales will weave, though I am not a thread,
My absence will not leave the story dead.
If I am praised today, another's turn will come,
What was, is gone, the present overcome.
No hope remains for what tomorrow brings,
What echoes shall my silent future sing?
What was, is gone.

This gathering will crumble, fall apart,
Then build anew, and mend a broken heart.
When new foundations rise, and you begin,
Remember me, before the sun goes in.
To wound your heart, what purpose would it serve?
What was, is gone, the present curve.
No hope remains for what tomorrow brings,
What echoes shall my silent future sing?
What was, is gone.