puri kabhi hoti nahi hai jung se sari hasrate
ab to mita do mere yaaro tum dilo ki nafratein
haasil hui hai tabahi jung se
pal me mit gaye arma sare
hua natija wahi sifal naa tum jite na hum haare
naa tum jite na hum haare, naa tum jite na hum haare

naa haali hai khet me, maa chalte firte aadam
harshu vira vira hai, na jane kitne matam
sune panghat pade hue hai na bargad pe jhule hai
na chaupaal saji hui hai, na lachakte kule hai
sannate ki chadar tani hai na dur talak najare
hua natija wahi sifal naa tum jite na hum haare
naa tum jite na hum haare, naa tum jite na hum haare

na mulla hai masjid me, hai mandir bhi kahli khali
khander hue makaano ki diware bhi hai sawali
hindustaan ke paanv me ye kaisi faas hai atki
tal gayi hai har jung fir bhi har dil me hai aag bhadki
chain o aman se mila le hath bhi baanhe pasare
hua natija wahi sifal naa tum jite na hum haare
naa tum jite na hum haare, naa tum jite na hum haare

The battle's hunger, never truly sated,
Friends, let hate's dark embers be abated.
Destruction's harvest, sown by war's cruel hand,
Hopes shattered, dreams erased across the land,
The outcome etched in sterile, silent lines,
You did not conquer, nor did I claim thine.
Nor did I conquer, nor did you claim mine.

No plow turns earth, no life in motion stirs,
Desolation whispers, mourning softly purrs.
The wells lie empty, silent swingless boughs,
No village squares, no laughter on the brows,
A shroud of stillness, stretching far and wide,
The outcome etched in sterile, silent tide,
You did not conquer, nor did I claim thine.
Nor did I conquer, nor did you claim mine.

No priest within the mosque, the temple bare,
The crumbling walls, a whispered, silent prayer.
A festering wound, upon this nation's feet,
Though battles cease, the fire burns, the heat
Of hatred lingers, we extend our hand,
For peace and solace, in this ravaged land,
The outcome etched in sterile, silent strand,
You did not conquer, nor did I claim thine.
Nor did I conquer, nor did you claim mine.