wo kaun hai, duniya me jise, gam nahi hota
wo kaun hai, duniya me jise, gam nahi hota
kis ghar me khushi hoti hai, maatam nahi hota
wo kaun hai, duniya me jise, gam nahi hota

aise bhi hai, duniya me jinhe, gam nahi hota
aise bhi hai, duniya me jinhe, gam nahi hota
ek gham hai hamara, jo kabhi kam nahi hota
wo kaun hai, duniya me jise, gam nahi hota

kya surmaa bhari aankhon se, aansu nahi girte
kya surmaa bhari aankhon se, aansu nahi girte
kya mehandi lage hathon se, matam nahi hota
wo kaun hai, duniya me jise, gam nahi hota
kis ghar me khushi hoti hai, maatam nahi hota
wo kaun hai, duniya me jise, gam nahi hota

Who walks this world untouched by grief's long hand?
Who walks this world, where sorrow finds no land?
What dwelling holds such joy, no mourning plea?
Who walks this world, where grief can't touch, can't be?

And yet, some exist, untouched by sorrow's sting,
And yet, some exist, where no shadows cling.
But ours, a grief, a burden that won't cease,
Who walks this world, where grief finds no release?

Do kohl-lined eyes not weep a salty tear?
Do kohl-lined eyes not weep, dispelling fear?
Do hennaed hands not mourn, a tragic sign?
Who walks this world, where grief is not to find?
What dwelling holds such joy, no mourning plea?
Who walks this world, where grief can't touch, can't be?