unke has dene par khud bhi muskura kar ro diya
ek garib apna mukaddar aajzma kar ro diya ro diya

wehshta ki meri bate dard aage thi jarur
wehshta ki meri bate dard aage thi jarur
dard aage thi jarur
haske bate karne wala muh firakar ro diya
ek garib apna mukaddar aajzma kar ro diya ro diya

jisne pucha hal kya hai uski surat dekhkar
jisne pucha hal kya hai uski surat dekhkar
uski surat dekhkar pahle thandi sans li fir
sar jhuka kar ro diya
ek garib apna mukaddar aajzma kar ro diya ro diya

jisne ye halat banai wo bhi aaj hai arzu
jisne ye halat banai wo bhi aaj hai arzu
wo bhi aaj hai arzu
chehra aye bimar se chadar hata kar ro diya
ek garib apna mukaddar aajzma kar ro diya ro diya

At his laughter, I too smiled, then wept,
A poor soul, his fate, he then accepted, and wept.

My words of madness, pain had long foretold,
My words of madness, pain had long foretold,
Pain had long foretold,
He, who laughed and spoke, turned away and wept,
A poor soul, his fate, he then accepted, and wept.

He who asked, "How fares your state?" beholding,
He who asked, "How fares your state?" beholding,
His face, beholding, first a cold breath drew, then
Bowed his head and wept,
A poor soul, his fate, he then accepted, and wept.

He who wrought this plight, now he too desires,
He who wrought this plight, now he too desires,
Now he too desires,
From the sick face, the sheet he drew and wept,
A poor soul, his fate, he then accepted, and wept.