puchhataa jaa mere marakaz se guzarane waale
kyaa guzarati hai teri jaan pe marane waale

yahi iqaraar yahi kaul yahi waadaa thaa
o dagaabaaz har ek baar muqarane waale

aap mahashar me bane kaul ke sachche kyaa khub
ungaliyaan utthegi wo haay muqarane waale

'daag' kahate hai jinhe dekhiye wo baithe hai
aapaki jaan pe har raat ke marane waale

Passing through my core, you inquire,
What passes through your soul, consumed by fire?
This was the vow, the promise, the decree,
Oh, betrayer, always denying, never free.

In the final reckoning, you'll be proven true, how grand!
Fingers will point, alas, at those who would disband.
'Daagh,' they call them, see them seated there,
Dying upon your soul, each and every night they share.