phul yeh angaar ban gaya, phul yeh angaar ban gaya
phul yeh angaar ban gaya, phul yeh angaar ban gaya
yeh haalat se ek shabanam kaa katra
yeh haalat se ek shabanam kaa katra
aag ki bouchhaar ban gaya
phul yeh angaar ban gaya, phul yeh angaar ban gaya
phul yeh angaar ban gaya, phul yeh angaar ban gaya

hai kaanun andha adaalat hai behari, hai jhuti yaha har gawaahi
ke jisne sharafat dikhaayi usiki sharafat pe tohamat hai aayi
kitaabo kalaam ilm kaa haath dekho
kitaabo kalaam ilm kaa haath dekho
kaise talwaar ban gaya
phul yeh angaar ban gaya, phul yeh angaar ban gaya
phul yeh angaar ban gaya, phul yeh angaar ban gaya

chita jal rahi hain behan ki
abhi tak mere dil ki geharaayiyo me
o meri behan hai teraa khun
shaamil mere gum ki chingaariyo me
tere har gunehgaar ke waaste mai
tere har gunehgaar ke waaste mai
khun ki kataar ban gaya
phul yeh angaar ban gaya, phul yeh angaar ban gaya
phul yeh angaar ban gaya, phul yeh angaar ban gaya

sitamgar zanmane ke har ek sitam
ka zahar aaj taq pi raha hu
luti zindagi ke is kadar ke mai marta
raha hu mar ki bhi ji raha hu
mai lutne ke gam me jala is tarah se ke
maut ka yalgaar ban gaya
phul yeh angaar ban gaya
phul yeh angaar ban gaya
phul yeh angaar ban gaya, phul yeh angaar ban gaya

The flower, now a burning ember,
The flower, a burning ember.
The flower, now a burning ember,
The flower, a burning ember.
A droplet of dew, once pristine,
A droplet of dew, once pristine,
Now a fiery downpour, unseen.
The flower, now a burning ember,
The flower, a burning ember.
The flower, now a burning ember,
The flower, a burning ember.

Blind is the law, deaf the court,
False witness holds its horrid fort.
Kindness shown, a crime confessed,
Kindness shown, a crime confessed.
Behold the hand of books and lore,
Behold the hand of books and lore,
The flower, now a burning ember.
The flower, now a burning ember,
The flower, a burning ember,
The flower, a burning ember.

The pyre consumes, my sister,
Still deep within my heart's embrace.
Oh, my sister, your blood, it bleeds,
Mingled within my sorrow's space.
For every guilty soul that prowls,
For every guilty soul that prowls,
I become a dagger, blood-laced.
The flower, now a burning ember,
The flower, a burning ember,
The flower, a burning ember,
The flower, a burning ember.

The tyrant world, its cruelest sting,
Its poison, I still drink and bear.
In a life plundered, I have died,
Yet, even dead, I breathe the air.
In the grief of loss, I'm consumed,
In the grief of loss, I'm consumed,
I become a death, beyond compare.
The flower, now a burning ember.
The flower, a burning ember.
The flower, now a burning ember,
The flower, a burning ember.