ye kiski sada hai, ye kiski sada hai
gunj rahi hai
kiski sada hai, kiski sada hai
waadi ki sima pe, pahad ke paar se
dard aaj gehra hai
ye kiski sada hai, kiski sada hai
gunj rahi hai
kiski sada hai, kiski sada hai

kaano me gunjti hai, jaane kaun hai
ghere andhere me koi bhi nahi
aankhon se sunta hun, dekhta bhi hun
shayad andhera hai, gunj raha hun
kiski sada hai, kiski sada hai
gunj rahi hai
kiski sada hai, kiski sada hai

naani ki kahaani me, roti maharaani
birahaa ki maari, koi roti bichaari
bhukha hai koi, pyasa hai shayad
jaana sa fasana hai, gunj raha hai
kiski sada hai, kiski sada hai
gunj rahi hai
kiski sada hai, kiski sada hai

naani maharaani, aur birhaa ki bahen
saare ke saare, khamosh ho gaye
dard ko maut ki, nind aa gayi
maut ka sannata hai, gunj raha hai
kiski sada hai, kiski sada hai
gunj rahi hai
kiski sada hai, kiski sada hai

dhuaan dhuaan kohre waali, chaadar jalake
parbto ke suraj, pe khema lagaya
waadiyon me roshni ka lawa bahake
andhere ki nind se, logo ko jagaya
aate etihaash ki jaap suni hai
aate etihaash ki jaap suni hai
bhor ka hain shor ye, gunj raha hai
kiski sada hai, kiski sada hai
waadi ki sima pe, pahad ke paar se
dard aaj gehra hai
ye kiski sada hai, kiski sada hai
gunj rahi hai
kiski sada hai, kiski sada hai

Whose echo is this, whose echo is it?
It resounds.
Whose echo is it, whose echo is it?
On the valley's edge, beyond the mountain's crest,
Sorrow today is profound.
Whose echo is this, whose echo is it?
It resounds.
Whose echo is it, whose echo is it?

It rings within the ears, who could it be?
None are present in the deep dark.
I hear with my eyes, I also see,
Perhaps it is darkness, I am resonating.
Whose echo is this, whose echo is it?
It resounds.
Whose echo is it, whose echo is it?

In grandmother's tales, a weeping queen,
Love-lorn, a poor soul weeping, unseen.
Someone is hungry, perhaps thirsty, it seems,
A familiar story, it is resonating.
Whose echo is this, whose echo is it?
It resounds.
Whose echo is it, whose echo is it?

Grandmother queen, and love's own sister,
All of them, they have grown silent.
Sorrow has found, death's deep slumber,
Death's stillness it is, it is resonating.
Whose echo is this, whose echo is it?
It resounds.
Whose echo is it, whose echo is it?

Smoke, a fog-filled, shimmering sheet,
The sun on the mountains, has pitched its tent.
Casting light's lava in the valleys deep,
Waking the people from darkness sent.
I have heard the chant of a coming age,
I have heard the chant of a coming age,
This is the dawn's call, it is resonating.
Whose echo is this, whose echo is it?
On the valley's edge, beyond the mountain's crest,
Sorrow today is profound.
Whose echo is this, whose echo is it?
It resounds.
Whose echo is it, whose echo is it?