jo puchhta hai koi, surkh kyu hai aaj aankhen
to aankh malke mai kehta hu, raat so na saka
hazaar chahu magar ye, na keh sakunga kabhi
ke raat rone ki khwahish thi, magar ro na saka

hum jaise tanha logo ka
ab rona kya, muskana kya
hum jaise tanha logo ka
ab rona kya, muskana kya
jab chahne wala koi nahi
jab chahne wala koi nahi
phir jeena kya, mar jana kya
hum jaise tanha logo ka
ab rona kya, muskana kya

sau rang me jisko socha tha
sau rup me jisko chaha tha
sau rang me jisko socha tha
sau rup me jisko chaha tha
sau rup me jisko chaha tha
wo jane ghajal to ruth gayi
ab uska haal sunana kya
jab chahne wala koi nahi
jab chahne wala koi nahi
phir jeena kya, mar jana kya
hum jaise tanha logo ka
ab rona kya, muskana kya

aawaz kisi ko de lekin
ek naam tumhara hontho par
aawaz kisi ko de lekin
ek naam tumhara hontho par
ek naam tumhara hontho par
har shakal se ubhro tum hi tum
yu khud ko magar bahlana kya
har shakal se ubhro tum hi tum
yu khud ko magar bahlana kya
jab chahne wala koi nahi
jab chahne wala koi nahi
phir jeena kya, mar jana kya
hum jaise tanha logo ka
ab rona kya, muskana kya

If they ask why my eyes are stained crimson,
I'll rub them, feign sleep's defeat,
A thousand desires, I'll never confess,
That the night craved tears, but couldn't weep.

For souls like us, alone in the world,
What is weeping, and what is a smile?
For souls like us, adrift and unmoored,
What is weeping, and what is a smile?
When no one remains to truly care,
When no one remains to truly care,
What is living, and what is to die?
For souls like us, alone in the world,
What is weeping, and what is a smile?

The one I painted in a hundred hues,
The one I loved in a hundred forms,
The one I painted in a hundred hues,
The one I loved in a hundred forms,
The one I loved in a hundred forms,
That beloved, like a song, has fled,
So why speak of their absence now?
When no one remains to truly care,
When no one remains to truly care,
What is living, and what is to die?
For souls like us, alone in the world,
What is weeping, and what is a smile?

Though I call out to another's form,
Your name still lingers on my lips,
Though I call out to another's form,
Your name still lingers on my lips,
Your name still lingers on my lips,
In every face, it's only you I see,
So what is the point of deceiving myself?
In every face, it's only you I see,
So what is the point of deceiving myself?
When no one remains to truly care,
When no one remains to truly care,
What is living, and what is to die?
For souls like us, alone in the world,
What is weeping, and what is a smile?