bazm se unaki ham kyaa laaye
pyaase gaye aur pyaase aaye

kaash junun itanaa badh jaaye
bhulane waalaa yaad na aaye

mazil se wo dur hi achchhe
jinako mazil raas na aaye

aah musibat ke wo lamhe
dost bhi jiname kaam na aaye

From their gathering, what did we bring?
Thirsty we went, thirsty returning.

If only madness would swell and rise,
That the forgotten would not be comprised.

Better they remain distant from the goal,
Whose destinies the summit does not console.

Oh, the trials, the moments of pain,
Where even friendship itself would wane.