jee bhar ke sata le
mujhe jitna hai satana

shikwa na karenge, na shikayat ae zamana
shikwa na karenge, shikwa na karenge
na shikayat ae zamana
shikwa na karenge

duniya duniya ki aadat hai
garibo ko satana
har roz becharo ko
naya jakhm lagana
naya jakhm lagana, armano me aata hai tumhe
armano me aata hai tumhe aag lagana
shikwa na karenge

jo dard jo dard diye hain mujhe
sab unka gunah hai
aakash ke saye me kise chain mila hai
kise chain mila hai
rote huye sab aaye hain
rote huye sab aaye hain, rote huye jana
shikwa na karenge
shikwa na karenge, na shikayat ae zamana
shikwa na karenge

Let torment rain,
Let the stinging lash fall.

No grievance shall I voice, no plea to the world,
No grievance, no plea.
No plea to the world,
No grievance.

The world's way, a cruel habit,
To wound the poor,
Each day to inflict
A fresh, raw wound,
A fresh wound, to ignite
The embers of hope in you,
To set fire to hope.
No grievance.

The pain, the pain you have dealt me,
Is all your fault.
Who has found solace
Beneath the vast sky?
Found solace?
All come weeping,
All come weeping, and depart in tears,
No grievance.
No grievance, no plea to the world,
No grievance.