rishte bharose chahat yaki
un sabka daman ab chak hai
samjhe the hatho me hai jami
mutthi jo kholi bas khak hai
dil me ye shor hai kyu
imaa kamjor hai kyu
najuk ye dor hai kyu

kesariya baalam

The threads of trust, of love, belief,
Their fabric torn, a ragged grief.
We thought the world within our hold,
But opened hands, found dust and cold.
Why does this tumult rise and swell?
Why is our faith so weak, we tell?
Why is this tether, frail and slight?

O saffron lover, bright and bold...