thi kuch khata kisi ki ye nasib ye likha tha
kate umar hotelo me mare haspatal aakar
kafan me ye mohabbat ke pujari dekhte jao
jamane ne jo ki halat hamari dekhte jao
kafan me ye mohabbat ke pujari dekhte jao
jamane ne jo ki halat hamari dekhte jao

kafan me sone wale ne pucha
jindagi kya hai na marte to bata dete jaha ko
aashiki kya hai mujhe chahat ne mara hai
ise kismat ne mara hai
magar kisi apne bhai ko buri
niyat ne mara hai lute hai kis tarah dil ke vyapari
dekhte jao jamane ne jo ki halat hamari dekhte jao

jo ladte the jaha me banke hindu sikh isai
wo is manjil par aakar ban gaye
apas me hai bhai bhai bata de koi har surat kafan me
kyu lapeti hai ye jiwan hai ye pinto hai
ye banta singh sethi hai
bade hai chain se kya kya khiladi
dekhte jao jamane ne jo ki halat hamari dekhte jao

A fault resided, a fate preordained,
To spend our years in gilded halls, in death's cold ward.
Oh, lovers of love, in shrouds we lie,
Behold the world, the wounds it did apply.
Oh, lovers of love, in shrouds we lie,
Behold the world, the wounds it did apply.

From the slumber of the shroud, a question arose,
"What is life, had we not died, we'd tell the world?"
What is love? Desire, it has slain me,
Fate has struck, yes, fate has won.
But a brother's dark intent, it tore us down,
How heart's merchants robbed us of our crown.
Behold the world, the wounds it did apply.

Those who warred as Hindu, Sikh, Christian, Jew,
At this final stage, their brotherhood anew,
A bond they find, now side by side.
Tell me, in this shroud, what are we?
This life, this Pinto, a Singh, a Sethi,
All players, with no peace to find, no joy.
Behold the world, the wounds it did apply.