but bane baithe hain kuchh bat banate bhee nahee
aur yeh gussa ke mai ruthu toh manate bhee nahee

aage aayine ke baithe hain jhukaye najare
chot khate bhee nahee chot lagate bhee nahee

kuchh wafa kuchh hai haya jan hai kis mushkil me
dil se jate bhee nahee aankho me aate bhee nahee

lutf marane kaa dikhaye kise furakat me amir
woh nahee aate toh ham jan se jate bhee nahee

kub parda hai ke chilman se lage baithe hain
saf chhupate bhee nahee samane aate bhee nahee

Stone statues in a silent pose, they spin no tales,
And when my heart turns in anger, they offer no wails.

Before the mirror, eyes cast low, they sit and wait,
They inflict no wounds, nor do they seal my fate.

A whisper of loyalty, a hint of shame, my soul's in strife,
They cannot leave my heart, nor grace my sight, my life.

Whom shall I show the joy of death in separation's hold?
My love won't come to me, so I won't let my life unfold.

A perfect veil, behind the screen, they softly reside,
They do not vanish completely, nor do they step outside.