benam sa ye dard, thehar kyon nahi jata
benam sa ye dard, thehar kyon nahi jata
jo bit gaya hai wo, gujar kyon nahi jata
benam sa ye dard, thehar kyon nahi jata

sab kuch to hai kya dhundti rehti hain nigahen
kya bat hai mai waqt peh ghar kyu nahi jata
jo bit gaya hai wo, gujar kyu nahi jata

wo ek hi chahra to, nahi sare jahan mai
wo ek hi chahra to, nahi sare jahan mai
jo dur hai wo dil se, utar kyon nahi jata
jo dur hai wo dil se, utar kyon nahi jata
jo bit gaya hai wo, gujar kyu nahi jata
benam sa ye dard, thehar kyon nahi jata

mai apni hi uljhi huyi raho ka tamasha
mai apni hi uljhi huyi raho ka tamasha
jate hai jidhar sab, mai udhar kyu nahi jata
jate hai jidhar sab, mai udhar kyu nahi jata
jo bit gaya hai wo, gujar kyu nahi jata
benam sa ye dard, thehar kyon nahi jata

wo nam jo barso se, na chehra hai na badan hai
wo nam jo barso se, na chehra hai na badan hai
wo khwab agar hai to, bikhar kyu nahi jata
wo khwab agar hai to, bikhar kyu nahi jata
jo bit gaya hai wo, gujar kyu nahi jata

benam sa ye dard, thehar kyon nahi jata
jo bit gaya hai wo, gujar kyon nahi jata
benam sa ye dard, thehar kyon nahi jata

This nameless ache, why will it not abide?
This nameless ache, why will it not abide?
What's passed, why does it not gently subside?
This nameless ache, why will it not abide?

All is here, yet the gaze still yearns to find,
What mystery keeps me from my own door?
What's passed, why does it not gently subside?

What's passed, why does it not gently subside?
What's passed, why does it not gently subside?
What's distant, why from the heart does it not glide?
What's distant, why from the heart does it not glide?
What's passed, why does it not gently subside?
This nameless ache, why will it not abide?

I am the spectacle of my tangled ways,
I am the spectacle of my tangled ways,
Where all go, why do I not gently ride?
Where all go, why do I not gently ride?
What's passed, why does it not gently subside?
This nameless ache, why will it not abide?

That name, for years, with neither face nor form,
That name, for years, with neither face nor form,
If a dream, why does it not gently divide?
If a dream, why does it not gently divide?
What's passed, why does it not gently subside?
This nameless ache, why will it not abide?
What's passed, why does it not gently subside?
This nameless ache, why will it not abide?