diwano se ye mat puchho
diwano se ye mat puchho diwano pe kya guzri hai, guzri hai
ha unke dilo se ye puchho, armano pe kya guzri hai, guzri hai
diwano se ye mat puchho

auro ko pilaate rahte hai aur khud pyase rah jaate hai
auro ko pilaate rahte hai aur khud pyase rah jaate hai
ye pine vaale kya jaane paimaano pe kya guzri hai, guzri hai
diwano se ye mat puchho

maalik ne banaaya insaan ko insaan muhabbat kar baitha
maalik ne banaaya insaan ko insaan muhabbat kar baitha
vo upar baitha kya jaane insaano pe kya guzri hai, guzri hai
ha unke dilo se ye puchho, armano pe kya guzri hai, guzri hai
diwano se ye mat puchho

Do not ask the mad,
Do not ask the mad what they have borne, borne.
Ask instead their hearts,
What has become of their desires, desires.
Do not ask the mad.

They pour for others,
Yet remain thirsty themselves.
The drinkers know not,
What the wine glasses have endured, endured.
Do not ask the mad.

The Maker created Man,
And Man fell in love.
He who sits above, knows not,
What Man has suffered, suffered.
Ask instead their hearts,
What has become of their desires, desires.
Do not ask the mad.