gard hamare gharon tak phail gai
us mausam men koi barish nahin
ham ne badal ke akhiri tukde ko guzar jaane diya
ab vo mere na-farman bete ki tarah
vapas nahin aaega
Not a Sound
dushmani hamare dilon tak phail gai
us raat men koi karamat nahin
ham ne paani ko kichad men mil jaane diya
ab vo budhe ki khoi hui binai ki tarah vapas nahin aaega
maut hamare jismon tak phail gai
in galiyon men koi avaz nahin
ham ne khuun ko sadkon par bah jaane diya
ab vo mere bichhde hue khuda ki tarah
vapas 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