itna bhi bekaso ko na aasma sataye
itna bhi bekaso ko na aasma sataye
ke dil ka dard lab pe
ke dil ka dard lab pe, fariyad ban ke aaye
itna bhi bekaso ko na

jo kuch tha paas apne wah hum luta chuke hain
apne hi hatho apni hasti mita chuke hain
ujde huye chaman me ab kya bahar aaye
ujde huye chaman me ab kya bahar aaye
itna bhi bekaso ko na aasma sataye

kya shaan hai shama ki parawano ko jalana
hain do ghadi ki raunak ek raat khak ho jana
hain do ghadi ki raunak ek raat khak ho jana
parawano ko jala kar shama bhi jalti jaye
parawano ko jala kar shama bhi jalti jaye
itna bhi bekaso ko na aasma sataye
itna bhi bekaso ko na aasma sataye
itna bhi bekaso ko na

So much the helpless should not heaven torment,
So much the helpless should not heaven torment,
That heart's ache, to the lips,
Heart's ache, to the lips, becomes a plea, lament.
So much the helpless should not…

Whatever was ours, we have already spent,
By our own hands, our own existence rent.
In a garden desolated, what spring will commence?
In a garden desolated, what spring will commence?
So much the helpless should not heaven torment.

What glory is it, for the flame to burn the moths?
A brief radiance, one night, reduced to cloths.
A brief radiance, one night, reduced to cloths.
Burning the moths, the candle also consumes,
Burning the moths, the candle also consumes.
So much the helpless should not heaven torment,
So much the helpless should not heaven torment,
So much the helpless should not…