pas na hoye jinke roti
din bade unke raate choti
neend kaha se aaye haye
neend kaha se aaye
pas na hoye jinke roti


na to dur chanda ki thali
lakin wo bhi to hai khali
na to dur chanda ki thali
lakin wo bhi to hai khali
din bhi dusman raat bhi bairan
bhook tumahri kaun mitaye
neend kaha se aaye haye
neend kaha se aaye
pas na hoye jinke roti

khusiyan sabki hum hai apne
bhukha pet to bhukhe sapne
khusiyan sabki hum hai apne
bhukha pet to bhukhe sapne
roti ka chota sa tukda
sapne mai bhi najar na aaye
neend kaha se aaye haye
pas na hoye jinke roti
din bade unke raate choti
pas na hoye jinke roti
neend kaha se aaye haye
neend kaha se aaye
pas na hoye jinke roti

They who lack bread's embrace,
Their days grow long, nights a shortened space.
Where does slumber find its way, alas?
Where does slumber find its way?
They who lack bread's embrace.

Not far, the moon's silver plate,
Yet, emptiness seals their fate.
Not far, the moon's silver plate,
Yet, emptiness seals their fate.
Day a foe, night a stranger’s hold,
Who will soothe hunger's burning cold?
Where does slumber find its way, alas?
Where does slumber find its way?
They who lack bread's embrace.

Joy we share, a common thread,
But a hungry stomach, dreams lie dead.
Joy we share, a common thread,
But a hungry stomach, dreams lie dead.
A crumb of bread, a humble plea,
Even that, they fail to see.
They who lack bread's embrace,
Their days grow long, nights a shortened space.
Where does slumber find its way, alas?
Where does slumber find its way?
They who lack bread's embrace.
Where does slumber find its way, alas?
Where does slumber find its way?
They who lack bread's embrace.