ye daag daag ujala ye shab khudi ka sahar
ye daag daag ujala ye shab khudi ka sahar
wo intjaar tha jiska ye sahar to nahi
ye wo sahar to nahi jiski aarju lekar
ye wo sahar to nahi jiski aarju lekar
chale the yaar ke mil jayengi kahi na kahi
wo intjaar tha jiska ye sahar to nahi
ye daag daag ujala

bahut ajeej thi lekin rukhe sahar ki lagan
bahut kari tha hasile nur ka daman
subuk subuk thi tamnna dabi dabi thi takhal
ye wo intjaar tha jiska ye
wo sahar to nahi ye daag daag ujala

abhi garaaniy shab mein kami nahi aayi
nijaat hoti wo dil ki ghadi nahi aayi
chale chalo ki wo manjil abhi nahi aayi
ye wo intjaar tha jiska ye
wo sahar to nahi ye daag daag ujala
ye sahar to nahi jiski aarju lekar
ye sahar to nahi jiski aarju lekar
ye wo intjaar tha jiska ye
wo sahar to nahi ye daag daag ujala

This stained light, this dawn of self,
This stained light, this dawn of self,
The dawn we craved, this is not it.
This is not the dawn for which we yearned,
This is not the dawn for which we yearned,
Hoping to find our beloved, somewhere, somehow.
The dawn we craved, this is not it.
This stained light.

Precious was the lure of dawn's face,
Near was the grasp of light's embrace.
Faint were desires, whispers suppressed,
The dawn we craved, this
This is not it. This stained light.

The night's shadow yet lingers, unbroken,
Deliverance, the heart's awaited hour, unspoken.
Onward we march, the final path unchosen,
The dawn we craved, this
This is not it. This stained light.
This is not the dawn for which we yearned,
This is not the dawn for which we yearned,
The dawn we craved, this
This is not it. This stained light.