is duniya ne kabhi na jana
mar mar kar jine walo ka
dard bhra afsana haye dard bhra
dard bhra afsana haye dard bhra
jab hamne aankh hai kholi
khun hmara unki holi
hamne apne hi jakhmo se
bhra li apni khali jholi
tir jidhar bhi chale jahan mein
ham hi bne nishana haye dard bhara
dard bhra afsana haye dard bhra

hamne jitne dip jlaye tufano ne aan bujhaye
dip jalane walo hi ko chas gaye andhiyare ke saye
aankh bachi aur chhupke chhupke le gaye
chor khajana haye dard bhra
dard bhra afsana haye dard bhra
dard bhra han dard bhra

This world, it never knew,
The tale of those who die to live anew.
A tale of pain, oh, filled with woe,
A tale of pain, where sorrows flow.

When we opened up our eyes,
Our blood, their festive prize.
From wounds we bore, our empty hands,
Found solace in forsaken lands.
Wherever arrows flew in this domain,
We were the targets, marked by pain.
A tale of pain, oh, filled with woe,
A tale of pain, where sorrows flow.

The lamps we lit, the storms did quell,
And darkness cast its shadowed spell.
Those who lit the lamps, were left to hide,
As shadows of the night did glide.
Eyes survived, yet stealthy hands,
Stole treasure from these barren lands.
A tale of pain, oh, filled with woe,
A tale of pain, where sorrows flow.
Pain-filled, yes, pain-filled.