dard ke phool bhi khilte hai, bikhar jaate hai
dard ke phool bhi khilte hai, bikhar jaate hai
zakhm kaise bhi ho, kuch roz mein bhar jaate hai
dard ke phool bhi khilte hai, bikhar jaate hai

us dariche mein bhi ab, koi nahi aur hum bhi
us dariche mein bhi ab, koi nahi aur hum bhi
sar jhukaye huye chupchap guzar jaate hai

raasta roke khadi hai, yahi uljhan kabse
raasta roke khadi hai, yahi uljhan kabse
koi puchhe to kahe kya, ke kidhar jaate hai
zakhm kaise bhi ho, kuch roz mein bhar jaate hai
dard ke phool bhi khilte hai, bikhar jaate hai

naram aawaaz, bhali baate, muhazzab lahje
naram aawaaz, bhali baate, muhazzab lahje
pahli baarish mein hi, ye rang utar jaate hai
pahli baarish mein hi, ye rang utar jaate hai
dard ke phool bhi khilte hai, bikhar jaate hai
zakhm kaise bhi ho, kuch roz mein bhar jaate hai
dard ke phool bhi khilte hai, bikhar jaate hai

Sorrow's blossoms bloom, then fade away,
Sorrow's blossoms bloom, and slip away.
No matter wounds, they heal in coming days,
Sorrow's blossoms bloom, then fade away.

In that old door, there's no one left but we,
In that old door, no one's there but we.
Heads bowed we pass, in silent misery.

This endless maze, it blocks our weary way,
This tangle of pain, it blocks our way.
If asked, what should we say, where do we stray?
No matter wounds, they heal in coming days,
Sorrow's blossoms bloom, then fade away.

Soft voices, kind words, with cultured grace,
Soft voices, kind words, and gentle face,
First rain descends, and washes all away,
First rain descends, and hues all fade away.
Sorrow's blossoms bloom, then fade away,
No matter wounds, they heal in coming days,
Sorrow's blossoms bloom, then fade away.