phul se chhin ke khushbu tune dhul me use milaya
apne chahne walo pe malik julm ye kaisa dhaya

gam sahti hai chup rahti hai kaisi ye lachari hai
gam sahti hai chup rahti hai kaisi ye lachari hai
chup chup rahna sab kuch sahna
iska hi naam to nari hai gam sahti hai chup rahti hai
kaisi ye lachari hai

gehna samjh kar tune pehan li kyun zanzire
gehna samjh kar tune pehan li kyun zanzire
zanzire kat jaye kar aisi takbire
takbire nahi chalti chalti hai takdire
karam likha jo humko mila wo
ye takdir hamari hai chup chup rahna sab kuch sahna
iska hi naam to nari hai gam sahti hai chup rahti hai
kaisi ye lachari hai

phul thi wo tu jisne kabhi gulshan ko mahkaya
phul thi wo tu jisne kabhi gulshan ko mahkaya
sawan me bhi tujh par patjhad kyu hai chhaya
phul ki khushbu koi kab bandh ke rakh paya
phul kabhi sukh ke kante kabhi dukh ke
jivan wo phulwari hai chup chup rahna sab kuch sahna
iska hi naam to nari hai gam sahti hai chup rahti hai
kaisi ye lachari hai

kaise dekh sakenge teri aankho me shabnam
kaise dekh sakenge teri aankho me shabnam
tere hisse ke malik de de hume sab gam
dard na bante koi kya tum aur hum
tum bahar ke masle ye ghar ke
socho ye bhul tumhari hai
chup chup rahna sab kuch sahna
iska hi naam to nari hai gam sahti hai chup rahti hai
kaisi ye lachari hai

From the bloom, you stole the scent, and cast it to dust,
Oh Lord, what cruelty, what unjust, you thrust
Upon those who love you, a fate of the cursed.

She bears the sorrow, silent and still,
What shackles of helplessness, her spirit will fill?
To suffer in silence, to endure all things,
This, alas, is the name, a woman's soul sings.

As jewels, you adorned her with chains, you see,
As jewels, you adorned her, what irony!
May the chains break apart, with fervent decree,
No chants can prevail, only action's the key.
Karma's decree, what we're destined to claim,
This fate is our lot, a life in the flame.
To suffer in silence, to endure all things,
This, alas, is the name, a woman's soul sings.

A flower she was, once perfumed the garden's embrace,
A flower she was, and filled every space.
Why then, in the rains, does autumn's shadow chase?
Who can truly bind the bloom's sweet grace?
Flowers of joy, or thorns of despair,
Life's a garden, beyond compare.
To suffer in silence, to endure all things,
This, alas, is the name, a woman's soul sings.

How can we bear to see the dew in your eyes?
How can we bear, as the morning light flies?
Oh Lord, give us her grief, her cries,
If no one shares her pain, we'll arise.
You speak of the world, she, of home's plight,
Reflect on this failing, this darkened night.
To suffer in silence, to endure all things,
This, alas, is the name, a woman's soul sings.