hawaa chali thi kuchh aisi bikhar gaye hote
rago me khun na hotaa to mar gaye hote

ye sard hawaa ye aawaaragi ye nid kaa bojh
ham apane shahar me hote to ghar gaye hote

hami ne rok liye apane sar pe ye ilzaam
vagaranaa shahar me kis kis ke sar gaye hote

hami ne zakhm-e-dil-o-jaan chhipaa liyaa waranaa
na jaane kitano ke chehare utar gaye hote

sukun-e-dil ko na is tarah tarasate ham
tere karam se jo bach kar guzar gaye hote

A wind arose, of such a force, we'd scatter,
Had blood not pulsed, we'd crumble, shatter.
This chilling breeze, this wandering plight, this sleep's embrace,
Had we but stayed within our city's space, we'd find our place.

We bore the blame, a weight we chose to bear,
Else, in this city, whose heads would despair?
We hid the wounds that scarred the heart and soul,
Else, how many faces would have lost their control?

Our hearts would not have yearned for peace so deep,
Had grace been ours, and we had learned to leap.