dhukh dard se jag me koi aajad nahi hai
dhukh dard se jag me koi aajad nahi hai
meri tarah lekin koi barbad nahi hai
barbad nahi hai
dhukh dard se jag me koi aajad nahi hai

dil khun hua jaan hui gam ka nishana
dil khun hua jaan hui gam ka nishana
raste ka pata hai na hai manjil ka thikana
raste ka pata hai na hai manjil ka thikana
dhukh dard ke maro se na kuch puchho duniya
gam itne uthaye ki khushi yad nahi hai
khushi yad nahi hai
dhukh dard se jag me koi aajad nahi hai

dhan walo garibo ki hasi aaj uda lo
dhan walo garibi ki hasi aaj uda lo
aur parde me dault ke gunah ko chhupa lo
aur parde me dault ke gunah ko chhupa lo
kal tum bhi humari tarh fariyad karoge
aur hum ye kahenge ki ye fariyad nahi hai
fariyad nahi hai
dhukh dard se jag me koi aajad nahi hai

No soul is free from sorrow's sting,
No soul is free from sorrow's sting,
Yet none are broken quite like me,
Like me, utterly.
No soul is free from sorrow's sting.

My heart bleeds, my soul, a target of grief,
My heart bleeds, my soul, a target of grief,
No path I know, no haven for relief,
No haven, no relief.
Ask not of me, the world, this pain I keep,
So burdened with sorrow, joy I forget,
Joy I forget.
No soul is free from sorrow's sting.

Let the wealthy mock the poor this day,
Let the wealthy mock the poor this day,
Conceal your sins beneath wealth's display,
Beneath wealth's display.
Tomorrow, you'll cry out as we do now,
And we'll say, "This, your plea, holds no sway,"
Holds no sway.
No soul is free from sorrow's sting.