ye na jane lekin inki rag rag to ye jane
ho rag rag to ye jane
aaj lahun ko apna lahun hi dekho na pahachane
ho dekho na pahachane
ek bada hai ek hai chhota hanth ye kaise chhute
dil se dil ki dori bandhi jo tute se na tute
tute se na tute

They know it not, the whispers of the unseen,
But in each vein, a truth, a vibrant sheen.
Each vein remembers, pulses with the core,
Yet blood itself, now, recognizes no more.

One hand so vast, the other small and frail,
How can they part, this interwoven trail?
For heart to heart, a binding, sacred thread,
A bond of souls, that death itself has dread.
A bond of souls, that will not be unsaid.