garib jan ke
garib jan ke hamko na tum daga dena
tumhi ne dard diya hai tumhi dawa dena
garib jan ke

lagi hai chot kaleje pe umr bhar ke liye
lagi hai chot kaleje pe umr bhar ke liye
tadap rahe hai muhabbat me ik najar ke liye
najar milake
najar milake najaro se na tum gira dena
tumhi ne dard diya hai tumhi dawa dena
garib jan ke

jaha or humara kaha thikana hai
jaha or humara kaha thikana hai
tumhare darse kaha uth ke humko jana hai
jo ho sake to
jo ho sake to mukdar mera jga dena
tumhi ne dard diya hai tumhi dawa dena
garib jan ke

mila krar na dil ko kisi bahane se
mila krar na dil ko kisi bahane se
tumahari aas lagaye hai ik jmane se
kabhi to apni
kabhi to apni mohabbat ka aasra dena
tumhi ne dard diya hai tumhi dawa dena
garib jan ke

Deem us lowly,
do not betray us so.
You, who inflicted the ache,
also mend the wound, we know.
Deem us lowly.

A wound, a scar, upon the heart,
a lifetime's mark to bear.
We yearn and thrash in love's embrace,
for just one glance to share.
Gaze upon us,
do not cast us down with passing sights.
You, who inflicted the ache,
also mend the wound, with all your lights.
Deem us lowly.

Where is our haven,
where our earthly hold?
From your door, where else could we depart,
when our story has been told?
If it may be,
awaken our destiny from sleep.
You, who inflicted the ache,
also mend the wound, so deep.
Deem us lowly.

No solace found within any guise,
no comfort for the soul.
For ages now, our hope is set,
upon your love's control.
Grant us then,
a sanctuary in your love's warm keep.
You, who inflicted the ache,
also mend the wound, so deep.
Deem us lowly.