chhute asir to badlaa hua zamaanaa tha
chhute asir to badlaa hua zamaanaa tha
na phul the na chaman thaa na aashiyana tha
na phul the na chaman thaa na aashiyana tha
chhute asir

ujad chukaa jo chhota saa aashiyana tha
ujad chukaa jo chhota saa aashiyana tha
vo mit chukaa hai fidaa jispe ek zamaanaa tha
vo mit chukaa hai fidaa jispe ek zamaanaa tha
chhute asir

vo baag hi naa rahaa jispe naaz tha mujhko
vo baag hi naa rahaa jispe naaz tha mujhko
vo shaakh hi na rahi jispe aashiyana tha
vo shaakh hi na rahi jispe aashiyana tha
na phul the na chaman thaa na aashiyana tha
chhute asir

kiyaa asir mujhe lajjat-e-asir ne
kiyaa asir mujhe lajjat-e-asir ne
vo udke daamaa me aane kaa ek bahana tha
vo udke daamaa me aane kaa ek bahana tha
na phul the na chaman thaa na aashiyana tha
chhute asir

na puchh ujde nasheman ki daasta na puchh
na puchh ujde nasheman ki daasta na puchh
the chaar tinke magar naam aashiyana tha
the chaar tinke magar naam aashiyana tha
na phul the na chaman thaa na aashiyana tha
chhute asir

The world, unbound, a world transformed, I found,
No bloom, no garden, no haven on the ground.
No bloom, no garden, no haven to be found.
Released, I stand.

That tiny nest, now ravaged, torn apart,
That cherished space, once holding every heart,
Is gone, consumed, a vanished work of art.
Released, I stand.

The garden where my pride had bloomed and grown,
That very garden, now completely flown,
The branch that held my home, forever gone.
The world, unbound, a world transformed, I moan.
Released, I stand.

The joy of being captive, held me fast,
The sweet allure, a chain that long did last,
An excuse to fly, to her I cast.
The world, unbound, a world transformed, amassed.
Released, I stand.

Ask not the tale of ruins, now bereft,
Ask not of nests, of what they have left,
Four straws they were, yet home, a name we kept.
The world, unbound, a world transformed, I wept.
Released, I stand.