yaqeen aise toota bhayam apna loota
ye samjhi te hum ki
watan hai hamara tumhara
thi kinki ghalti
gharonda hi toda
ye samjhi te hum ki
ye ghar hai hamara tumhara

ye zinda chitayein
ye murda duaayen
kahin teer-o-nastar
kahin cheekhon aahen
ke insah se insah hi bachta fire
maara maara..

maaon ke sar se
cheeni hai chadar
bilkate ye nanhe
ye besaya beghar
kamjor kaandho pe aulaad ke sar
rakshak aaj ravan ke afsar
ke daaman hi insaniyat ka hua
paara paara..

The faith shattered, delusion undone,
We thought this land, yours and mine, was one.
A house of straw, a fragile nest we built,
Believing this home, for us, was always spilt.

These living pyres, these prayers of the dead,
Arrows and blades, and anguished cries are spread.
Man flees from man, a hunted, wounded thing.

From mothers' heads, the blankets are torn,
Weeping children, shelterless, forlorn.
From mothers' heads, the blankets are torn,
Weeping children, shelterless, forlorn.
Upon weak shoulders, offspring they embrace,
Protectors now, like demons, deface.
The hem of humanity, in pieces, is torn.

They plunder even the fallen, it seems,
Life itself, now a bargain, it teems.
They plunder even the fallen, it seems,
Life itself, now a bargain, it teems.
Fire everywhere, yet hearts in the night,
Neighbors now fear, in the fading light.
The lost trust, a sorrow, hidden, unseen.

At every turn, a killer does wait,
Lurking, poised, sealing each fate.
At every turn, a killer does wait,
Lurking, poised, sealing each fate.
When will blood spill, another crimson tide?
When will one form of dust another hide?
The Bhagavad Gita's lessons, on the courtyard, are razed.