hum se ka bhul huyi jo ye saja humka mili
hum se ka bhul huyi jo ye saja humka mili
ab charo taraf band hai duniya ki gali
hum se ka bhul huyi jo ye saja humka mili

dil kisi ka na dhuke humne bas itna chaha
paap se dhur rahe juth se abchna chaha
paap se dhur rahe juth se abchna chaha
uska badla na mila ulti churi hum pe chali
ab charo taraf band hai duniya ki ghali
hum se ka bhul huyi jo ye saja humka mili

humko pe ilajaam ye hai kyu chor ko chor kaha
kayu sahi baat kahi kahe na kuch aur kaha
kayu sahi baat kahi kahe na kuch aur kaha
ye hai insaf tera wah data ki gali
ab charo taraf band hai duniya ki gali
hum se ka bhul huyi jo ye saja humka mili

ab to iman dharm ki kimmat hi nahi
jaise sach bolne walo ki jarurat hi nahi
aisi duniya se duniya teri veeran bali
ab charo taraf band hai duniya ki gali
hum se ka bhul huyi jo ye saja humka mili
hum se ka bhul huyi jo ye saja humka mili

tokhre hum ko kabul rah kisi ko mil jaye
hum huye jakmi to kya duje ka dil san khil jaye
hum huye jakmi to kya duje ka dil san khil jaye
daag sab hum ko mile yaar ko sab phul mile
daag sab hum ko mile yaar ko sab phul kali
jindgani ki samma bhuj agar rah jaye
ye samj lenge ki hum aaj kisi kaam aye
ye samj lenge ki hum aaj kisi kaam aye
jyot jo apni bhuji yaar ke jeevan me jhale
jyot jo apni bhuji yaar ke jeevan me jhal

What fault, oh, what sin did I commit,
That this harsh sentence I must now admit?
The world's lanes, they're all closed, a locked-down street,
What fault, oh, what sin did I meet?

My heart sought only to spare all pain,
From sin I fled, from falsehood's stain.
From sin I fled, from falsehood's stain.
This, the reward? A knife turned back on me,
The world's lanes, they're all closed, a locked-down street,
What fault, oh, what sin did I meet?

Accused, for calling thieves by name,
For speaking truth, and not a milder claim,
For speaking truth, and not a milder claim.
Is this your justice, O Giver of all that be?
The world's lanes, they're all closed, a locked-down street,
What fault, oh, what sin did I meet?

Now faith and virtue hold no worth,
As though truth-tellers hold no place on earth,
As though truth-tellers hold no place on earth.
Better your desolate world than this cruelty,
The world's lanes, they're all closed, a locked-down street,
What fault, oh, what sin did I meet?
What fault, oh, what sin did I meet?

Let me stumble, if others find their way,
If my wounds bloom, if others' gardens sway,
If my wounds bloom, if others' gardens sway.
Let me bear the scars, let my friend have the flower's decree,
Let me bear the scars, let my friend have the flower's decree.
Should life's candle sputter and fade away,
We'll find solace, that we served in that day,
We'll find solace, that we served in that day.
My flame extinguished, your life’s flame will be free,
My flame extinguished, your life’s flame will be free.