wo rulakar hans na paya der tak
wo rulakar hans na paya der tak
jab main rokar muskuraaya der tak
wo rulakar hans na paya der tak

bhulna chaaha agar usko kabhi
bhulna chaaha agar usko kabhi
aur bhi wo yaad aaya der tak
wo rulakar hans na paya der tak

bhukhe bacchon ki tasalli ke liye
bhukhe bacchon ki tasalli ke liye
maa ne phir paani pakaya der tak
maa ne phir paani pakaya der tak
wo rulakar hans na paya der tak

gungunata jaa raha tha ik fakeer
gungunata jaa raha tha ik fakeer
dhoop rehti hai na saaya der tak
dhoop rehti hai na saaya der tak
wo rulakar hans na paya der tak
jab main rokar muskuraaya der tak
wo rulakar hans na paya der tak

Her laughter, brittle, could not hold,
After the tears she made me fold.
When I, through grief, a smile unrolled,
Her laughter broke, the story told.

To banish her, I tried in vain,
To cast her from my heart and brain.
But memory, a stinging rain,
Returned her image, brought the pain.
Her laughter broke, the story told.

For hungry mouths, a mother's plea,
A solace offered, wild and free.
She boiled the water, endlessly,
A hope, a dream, for what would be.
Her laughter broke, the story told.

A wandering mendicant did sing,
A simple truth his heart would bring:
That sun and shadow, fleeting things,
No lasting solace ever cling.
Her laughter broke, the story told.
When I, through grief, a smile unrolled,
Her laughter broke, the story told.