Apnay mar jaatay hain
Log bicharh jaatay hain
Phool bikhar jaatay hain
Lekin…
Apnon kay mar jaanay ka khauf nahin marta
Kissi say bicharh jaanay ka khauf nahin marta
Bahaar guzar jaanay ka khauf nahin marta!

(Those we hold dear, die one day
Companions we love leave us and go away
Flowers we hold in our hands wither and fly
But...
The fear of death and it's cruel chains does not die
The fear of losing love and the pain does not die
The fear of spring passing and the autumn rain does not die)