zindagi se hame kuch shikayat to hai
zindgi se magar khubsurat hai kya
tumse shikayat hai ye tum hame milte nahi
o tumse shikayat hai ye tum hume milte nahi
mar ke bhi ham jee rahe tum ye kyu samjhte nahi
o tumse shikayat hai ye tum hame milte nahi

jeete jee ham tere paas aa na sake
mar ke bhi ham tujhe bhul paye nahi
waqt bhi ye mere jakhm bhar na saka
aaj bhi har ghadi sochte hai yahi
ham kyu dilbar tere dil main dhadkte nahi
o tumse shikayat hai ye tum hame milte nahi

bebasi main to bas ek khayal aa raha
zindagi se main ek zindagi maang lu
ab to aane laga aansuo ko raham
aansuo se main ek hansi maang lu
hamse tanhayi ke lamhe gujrate nahi
o tumse shikayat hai ye tum hame milte nahi
mar ke bhi ham jee rahe tum kyu ye samjhte nahi
o tumse shikayat hai ye tum hame milte nahi

A grievance I hold with life, it's true,
Yet what is lovelier than life itself?
With you, a complaint I must imbue,
For you, you never meet with me yourself.
Even in death, I breathe, why don't you see?
Oh, with you, a complaint I must imbue.

Alive, I could not draw near to you,
Dead, I could not ever set you free.
Time, alas, could not my wounds subdue,
Still, each hour, I ponder constantly:
Why, my love, do I not beat in you?
Oh, with you, a complaint I must imbue.

In helplessness, a thought now takes its flight,
From life itself, another life I'd crave.
Mercy now descends on tears of night,
From tears, a laugh, I now begin to save.
Lonely moments, from me, do not move.
Oh, with you, a complaint I must imbue.
Even in death, I breathe, why don't you see?
Oh, with you, a complaint I must imbue.