sare badan ka khun pasine me jal gaya
sare badan ka khun pasine me jal gaya
itna chale ke zism humara pighal gaya
sare badan ka khun pasine me jal gaya

chalte bhi gin rahe the musibat ke raat din
chalte bhi gin rahe the musibat ke raat din
dam li hum jo baith gaye dam nikal gaya
itna chale ke zism humara pighal gaya
sare badan ka khun pasine me jal gaya

acha hua jo raah me thokar lagi hume
acha hua jo raah me thokar lagi hume
hum gir pade to saara zamana sambhal gaya
itna chale ke zism humara pighal gaya
sare badan ka khun pasine me jal gaya

wehshat me koi saath humara na de saka
wehshat me koi saath humara na de saka
daaman ke fikr ki to garebaan nikal gaya
itna chale ke zism humara pighal gaya
sare badan ka khun pasine me jal gaya

The blood of the body, in sweat, it burned,
The blood of the body, in sweat, it turned,
So far we walked, our essence churned,
The blood of the body, in sweat, it burned.

Counting the nights and days of strife,
Counting the nights, the cost of life,
We paused to breathe, then left this life,
So far we walked, our essence churned,
The blood of the body, in sweat, it burned.

Good fortune in the stumble of the way,
Good fortune in the fall, come what may,
We fell, and the world found its stay,
So far we walked, our essence churned,
The blood of the body, in sweat, it burned.

In desolation, none would stay,
In desolation, none could play,
Thought of the hem, the collar slipped away,
So far we walked, our essence churned,
The blood of the body, in sweat, it burned.