ham jo jinda hai to jine ka shara kya hai
ye bata de koi duniya mai hmara kya hai
ham jo jinda hai to jine ka shara kya hai
ye bata de koi duniya mai hmara kya hai
ham jo jinda hai to

isse bedard jamane teri friyaad kare
aah uthti hai to sine mai dwa lete hai
aa bhi jate hai aakho mai mslne aasu
kabhi aanchal kabhi palako mein chhupa lete hai
ham jo jinda hai to jine ka shara kya hai
ye bata de koi duniya mai hmara kya hai
ham jo jinda hai to

naam sunate huye aai hai khushi ka lekin
isko malum hai kya tej khushi hoti hai
ek na ek tir koi bath ke laga deta hai
jab jara dil ke karap mein kami hoti hai
ham jo jinda hai to

jindagi ye hai to mout kise kahate hai
hum se majbur jamane mein koi kya hoga
kya ye ghanghor andhere kabhi chhat jayenge
kaya kabhi apni bhi duniyan mein ujala hoga
ham jo jinda hai to jine ka shara kya hai
ye bata de koi duniya mai hmara kya hai
ham jo jinda hai to

We, who still breathe, what sustains this life's frail thread?
Tell me, someone, what claim do we have on the world ahead?
We, who still breathe...

From this heartless age, your cries ascend in vain.
A sigh escapes, within our chests, we soothe the pain.
Tears well up, gathering in our eyes' deep well,
Hidden sometimes in a skirt's fold, on eyelids they dwell.
We, who still breathe, what sustains this life's frail thread?
Tell me, someone, what claim do we have on the world ahead?
We, who still breathe...

Hearing of joy, a smile may touch the face,
But does it know the speed with which it disappears from its place?
A dart is always aimed, a blow does always land,
When the heart's tender ground has a crack in the sand.
We, who still breathe...

If this is life, then what is death's embrace?
In this world of force, what power can we trace?
Will this darkness ever fade, ever cease?
Will light one day illuminate our inner peace?
We, who still breathe, what sustains this life's frail thread?
Tell me, someone, what claim do we have on the world ahead?
We, who still breathe...