gard hamare gharon tak phail gai us mausam mein koi barish nahin hum ne baadal ke aakhiri tukde ko guzar jaane diya ab wo mere na-farman bete ki tarah wapas nahin aaega not a sound dushmani hamare dilon tak phail gai us raat mein koi karamat nahin hum ne pani ko kichad mein mil jaane diya ab wo budhe ki khoi hui binai ki tarah wapas nahin aaega maut hamare jismon tak phail gai in galiyon mein koi aawaz nahin hum ne khun ko sadkon par bah jaane diya ab wo mere bichhde hue khuda ki tarah wapas nahin aaega dust has spread through our homes there's no rain in this season we let the last bit of torn cloud pass away now like my disobedient son it won't come back hatred has spread through our hearts there's no miracle in the night we let the water run into the mud now like an old man's lost vision it won't come back death has spread through our bodies there's no sound in these lanes we let blood run in the streets now like my lost god it won't come back