na puchho gham ke maaro se
na puchho gham ke maaro se
kahan inka thikana hai
na puchho gham ke maaro se
na sathi hai na manzil hai
kahan pe ghar ko jana hai
na sathi hai na manzil hai
kahan pe ghar ko jana hai
na puchho gham ke maaro se
kahan inka thikana hai
na puchho gham ke maaro se

kabhi aabad ki duniya
hansi se shaah damani se
hamari chandani raato ka
ye bhula fasana hai
hamari chandani raato ka
ye bhula fasana hai

ye duniya chand rauja hai
sada isme nahi rahna
kabhi hansna kabhi rona
yahi tarde zamana hai
kabhi hansna kabhi rona
yahi tarde zamana hai
na sathi hai na manzil hai
kahan pe ghar ko jana hai
na puchho gham ke maaro se
kahan inka thikana hai
na puchho gham ke maaro se

Do not ask the sorrow-stricken,
Do not ask the sorrow-stricken,
Where their resting place might be.
They have no companion, no journey's end,
Where shall they find their home's decree?
They have no companion, no journey's end,
Where shall they find their home's decree?
Do not ask the sorrow-stricken,
Where their resting place might be.
Do not ask the sorrow-stricken.

Once, a world of blossoming,
Laughter bright, and regal grace,
But of our moonlit nights,
Only a forgotten tale we trace.
But of our moonlit nights,
Only a forgotten tale we trace.

This world, a fleeting garden,
Where permanence does not reside,
To laugh sometimes, sometimes to weep,
This is the tide of time, the turning guide.
To laugh sometimes, sometimes to weep,
This is the tide of time, the turning guide.
They have no companion, no journey's end,
Where shall they find their home's decree?
Do not ask the sorrow-stricken,
Where their resting place might be.
Do not ask the sorrow-stricken.