ab ke barsat ki rut aur bhi bhadkili hai
ab ke barsat ki rut aur bhi bhadkili hai
jism se aag nikalti hai, kaha giri hai
ab ke barsat ki rut aur bhi bhadkili hai

sonchta hu ke ab anjaam-e-safar kya hoga
sonchta hu ke ab anjaam-e-safar kya hoga
log bhi kanch ke hai, rah bhi pathrili hai
ab ke barsat ki rut aur bhi bhadkili hai

pehle rag-rag se meri khun nichoda usne
pehle rag-rag se meri khun nichoda usne
ab ye kehta hai ke rangat hi meri pili hai
ab ke barsat ki rut aur bhi bhadkili hai

mujhko be-rang hi na kar de kahi rang itne
mujhko be-rang hi na kar de kahi rang itne
sabz mausam hai, hawa surkh, fiza gili hai
ab ke barsat ki rut aur bhi bhadkili hai
jism se aag nikalti hai, kaha giri hai
ab ke barsat ki rut aur bhi bhadkili hai

This rain, it burns with a fiercer flame,
This rain, a blaze in its every name,
Flames leap from the flesh, where did they fall?
This rain, it burns, encompassing all.

I ponder now, what end awaits this road,
I ponder now, beneath this heavy load,
Men are of glass, the path is hard and steep,
This rain, it burns, secrets to keep.

First, from my veins, he wrung the crimson tide,
First, from my veins, where secrets hide,
Now he proclaims, my hue is pale and wan,
This rain, it burns, since time began.

So many hues, might strip me bare,
So many colors, beyond compare,
The season's green, the wind a scarlet tear,
The air is damp, fueled by rising fear,
This rain, it burns with a fiercer flame,
Flames leap from the flesh, where did they fall?
This rain, it burns, encompassing all.