jane kya hai ji darta hai ro dene ko ji karta hai
apne aap se dar lagta hai dar lagta hai kya hoga
jane kya hai ji darta hai ro dene ko ji karta hai
apne aap se dar lagta hai dar lagta hai kya hoga

sans hamari sans nahi mangi mangi lagti hai
pyas lage to pyas hamari aadhi aadhi lagti hai
jaan hamari aur kisi se bati huyi lagti hai
apne aap se dar lagta hai dar lagta hai kya hoga

paule paule nakhuno se andar andar chhile
shatani se chutki kate ang bhi pad gaye nile
paule paule nakhuno se andar andar chhile
satani se chutki kate ang bhi pad gaye nile
bairi mera sangi mera meri bhukh aur pyas
lahu mera mash hai mera mera had aur mash
jivan deke paal rahi hu paal rahi hu jivan mai
apne aap se dar lagta hai dar lagta hai kya hoga

jane kya hai ji darta hai ro dene ko ji karta hai
apne aap se dar lagta hai dar lagta hai kya hoga
kya hoga kya hoga

What is it, this fear that grips my core,
Aching to weep, to weep and pour?
Afraid of myself, a shadowed dread,
What will become, what will be said?

What is it, this fear that takes its hold,
Aching to weep, a story to be told?
Afraid of myself, in whispered fear,
What will become, drawing ever near?

Each breath, a borrowed plea it seems,
Each thirst, a fractured dream, it teems.
What is it, this fear that steals my breath,
Aching to weep, embracing death?
Afraid of myself, in silent plea,
What will become, eternally?

Fingers like thorns, clawing deep inside,
Evil pinches, where shadows hide.
Fingers like thorns, a silent tear,
Evil pinches, a rising fear.
Foe and friend, the hunger and the need,
My blood, my flesh, the life I feed.
Giving life, nurturing, it grows,
Afraid of myself, as darkness flows.

What is it, this fear that holds me fast,
Aching to weep, the die is cast?
Afraid of myself, the shadows loom,
What will become, sealed in the tomb?
What will become? What will become?