saanse sisakiya ban jaaye kyu
aasu aankho me jam jaaye kyu
maila hua, maila hua
mera jaha bas wahi
ujli kiran, rukti nahi
le ke chalti hai raushni

jeeye to jeeye sar utha
chale hum jaha to raasta
ban gaya ye kiran
laai naya jiwan
ye kiran

Why do breaths become whimpers?
Why do tears freeze in the eyes?
My world, soiled, defiled,
Stagnates right there.
But the bright ray, it never rests,
It carries the light onward.

If we live, let us live with heads held high,
Where we tread, a path appears.
This ray has become a way,
Bringing new life,
This ray.