Likhta Hoon Lyrics English Translation – Farak | MTV Hustle 5

Main Jeene Ki Aas Mein Likhta Hoon
I write in the hope of living,

Mat Dekho Kis Haal Mein Likhta Hoon
Don’t look at what condition I write in.

Is Kala Ko Sab Nyochhavar
Everything is sacrificed for this art,

Main Chamdi Utaar Ke Likhta Hoon
I lay my soul bare as I write.

Kabhi Khud Ka Bakhaan Main Likhta Hoon
Sometimes I write in self-praise,

Kabhi Guzre Ki Yaad Mein Likhta Hoon
Sometimes I write in memory of the past.

Koi Deta Jab Dil Pe Dastak
When someone knocks on my heart,

Uske Jaane Ke Baad Main Likhta Hoon
I write after they leave.

Takleefon Se Raat Mein Milta Hoon
I meet with sorrows in the night,

Sambhalne Ki Aas Mein Bikhra Hoon
Hoping to gather myself, I remain broken into pieces.

Main Chahta Aasman Pe Qabu
I want to conquer the sky,

Par Logon Ki Aankh Mein Girta Hoon
Yet I keep falling in the eyes of people.

Main Nastik Paap Nahi Ginta Hoon
I am an atheist; I don’t count sins,

Koi Dharmik Baat Nahi Likhta Hoon
I don’t write anything religious.

Andaz E Bayaan Ka Paisa Hai
The money is just for my expression and style,

Kuch Itna Bhi Khas Nahi Likhta Hoon
I don’t write anything that extraordinary.

Main Likhta Woh Chaand Taare
I write of those moon and stars,

Jo Kitnon Ko Jeene Ka Aasra Dein
Which gives so many people hope to live.

Main Likhta Woh Kaanch Ka Dil
I write of that heart made of glass,

Jo Nazuk Beshak Par Bardasht Kare
Which is fragile indeed, yet endures it all.

Main Likhta Jab Shaam Dhale
I write when dusk falls,

Jab Mehfil Mein Kisse Aur Jaam Chalein
When stories and drinks flow in the gathering.

Yeh Kalam Sahara Kitnon Ka Jab Sochun Toh
When I think about how this pen is a sanctuary for so many,

Likhne Ko Haath Badhe
My hand automatically reaches out to write.

Main Likhta Bhulane Ko Kuch
I write to forget a few things,

Kamane Ko Aksar Luta Deta Kuch
To earn something, I often give away everything.

Yeh Zalim Zamane Ka Jurm
It is the crime of this cruel world—

Jo Sach Likhun Toh Nakaroge Tum
If I write the truth, you will reject it.

Musafir Main Rahon Mein Gum
I am a traveler, lost along the paths,

Yeh Kalam Azad Salakhon Se Mukt
This pen is free, unchained by bars.

Main Likhta Insanon Ke Nuqs
I write about the flaws of human beings,

Jo Dard Likhun Toh Dawa Doge Tum
If I write about pain, will you offer a cure?

Yeh Kagaz Dhool Khaate Dikhte
These papers lie around gathering dust,

Main Maangun Phool Kaantein Milte
I ask for flowers, but receive thorns.

Hasil Kya Bhatke Musafir Ko
What does a wandering traveler gain?

Aksar Main Puchhta Manzil Se
I often ask this of the destination itself.

Likhta Main Aasman Zameen Pe Baithe
I write of the sky while sitting on the ground,

Har Woh Shakhs Bhagta Jo Dil Mein Thehre
Every person who resides in the heart ends up running away.

Ab Manjhi Tat Ko Talashe Bas
Now the boatman simply searches for the shore,

Yeh Kagaz Jaanta Gham Kitne Gehre
Only this paper knows how deep the grief goes.

Main Likh Doon Sab Toh Kya Tum Padh Sakoge
If I write it all down, will you be able to read it?

Main Likh Doon Sach Toh Kya Samajh Sakoge
If I write the truth, will you be able to understand it?

Insaan Murda Bin Zakhmon Ke
A human is like a corpse even without visible wounds,

Ek Likh Doon Khat Toh Kya Tum Rakh Sakoge
If I write a letter, will you be able to keep it safe?

Jin Haathon Ne Kalam Utha Li Un Haathon Ne Kabhi Na Phailna Seekha
The hands that took up the pen never learned to beg.

Dooba Hua Tha Isliye Tairna Seekha
I was drowning, which is why I learned to swim.

Kalam Ne Kabhi Na Thehrna Seekha
The pen never learned to stop moving.

Baghair Na Jee Paata Kala Ke Meri Main Zeher Na Peeta
I couldn’t have survived without my art; I wouldn’t have drunk the poison.

Sheher Ka Seedha Sa Ladka Gumnami Ke Keher Mein Jeeta
A simple boy from the city living under the weight of anonymity.

Ghair Sabhi Ka Main Ghair Sabhi Ka Par
A stranger to everyone, yes, a stranger to everyone, but…

Bana Leta Apna Har Kisi Ko Lafzon Ke Zariye Se Likhta Jo Kagaz Pe
I make everyone my own through the words I write on paper.

Dard Amavas Ke Chaand Ke Jaisa Hai Mera Dikhta Na Bahar Se
My pain is like the moon on a new moon night, invisible from the outside.

Muskurahatein Lagti Hain Jhoothi Jab Sar Pe Savar Gunahon Ka Bojh
Smiles feel fake when the weight of sins rests heavily on the head.

Deta Nahi Kisi Ko Dosh
I don’t blame anyone,

Bharta In Pannon Ko Likhta Hoon Roz
I just fill these pages and write every day.

Main Kahun Khud Se Ke Kaam Karo
I tell myself to keep working,

Main Kehta Hoon Mujhko Tum Yaad Karo
I tell you all to remember me.

Jab Laash Jala Dein Yeh Meri Toh Baare Mein Mere Tum Baat Karo
When they cremate my body, speak about me then.

Par Karna Jab Baat Na Bhoolna Becha Nahi Sapnon Ko Kaudi Ke Daam
But when you talk, don’t forget that I didn’t sell my dreams for pennies.

Likhta Tha Aur Karta Dua Tha Kar De Yeh Kisi Ke Ghavon Pe Marham Ka Kaam
I used to write and pray that these words act as a healing balm on someone’s wounds.

Aur Kar Dena Maaf
And please forgive me,

Reh Gayi Woh Koshish Nakaam
If that attempt ended up failing.

Karta Hoon Khud Se Sawal
I ask myself a question:

Kya Lagega Kabhi Bhi Mol Is Paini Zuban Ka Jannat Mein
Will there ever be a value for this sharp voice in heaven?

Aige Farishton Ke
In front of the angels?

Kya Woh Mere Wadon Ke Rishton Ke Lenge Hisab
Will they demand an account of the promises and relationships I held?

Qiston Mein Deta Jawab Ki
I reply in instalments that—

Maana Kar Paaya Nahi Woh Apna Naam Iss Duniya Mein Jitna Tha Chaaha Us Ladke Ne Naam Tha Farak
Agreed, that boy couldn’t make as big of a name in this world as he desired—his name was Farak.

Paanch Baras Hue Likhte Mujhe
It has been five years since I started writing,

Paanch August Hua Janam Mera
The 5th of August was my birthday.

Paanch The Baje Ve Shaam Ke
It was 5 o’clock in the evening.

Paanch Nakaam Gulzaron Ke Marne Ke Baad
After the demise of five failed poets,

Paanch Janam Jo Bekar Gaye
Five lifetimes that went to waste.

Agar Sun Rahe Ab Tak Tum Baatein Meri Phir Toh
If you are still listening to my words even now, then—

Jaane Mat Dena Iss Kala Ko Meri
Do not let this art of mine fade away.

Tum Iske Qabil Banna
Make yourselves worthy of it.

Likhta Main Aasman Zameen Pe Baithe
I write of the sky while sitting on the ground,

Har Woh Shakhs Bhagta Jo Dil Mein Thehre
Every person who resides in the heart ends up running away.

Ab Manjhi Tat Ko Talashe Bas
Now the boatman simply searches for the shore,

Yeh Kagaz Jaanta Gham Kitne Gehre
Only this paper knows how deep the grief goes.