ye matam ki dhun
aaj sazo pe naache re naache re
ye matam ki dhun
aaj sazo pe naache re naache re

jo hona hai hoke rahega
jo khona hai khoke rahega
par yu na mujhe maaro abhi se

main kuch aur hi dhun bana lunga
khushiyo ke matam ke
main kuch aur hi dhun bana lunga
khushiyo ke matam ke
kyu bhar aayi meri aankhe
kyu dil mera gham se hai chur
itna mujhe bata de koi

ye khamosh kyu chha gayi hai
kya maut hi aayi hai
par yu na mujhe maaro abhi se
ye matam ki dhun
aaj sazo pe naache re naache re
main kuch aur hi dhun bana lunga
khushiyo ke matam ke

The dirge's lament,
on instruments now, it dances, it swirls.
The dirge's lament,
on instruments now, it dances, it swirls.

What must be, will be,
what's lost, will be gone.
But do not, not yet, strike me down.

I'll craft a new melody,
from joy's lamenting wails.
I'll craft a new melody,
from joy's lamenting wails.
Why do my eyes well up?
Why is my heart broken by grief?
Tell me, someone, explain.

Why has silence descended?
Has death itself arrived?
But do not, not yet, strike me down.
The dirge's lament,
on instruments now, it dances, it swirls.
I'll craft a new melody,
from joy's lamenting wails.