Elbow Room

This palaces, thrones and crowns infested world
Defender of Society, prosecutor of Man, this world
This is the lusting money mongrel's world
What have I if I have the world?

Wounded the bodies, the souls are parched
Bewildered the glances, wretched are the hearts
Is this the World or is this Woe?
What have I if I have the world?

Here they toy with a man's identity
No less than a graveyard is this City
Death is reckless, Life here is thrifty
What have I if I have the world?

Youth loiters like a lunatic in this world,
Young flesh forever fresh for the markets of this world,
Love is but a business in this world,
What have I if I have the world?

This world where a man is nothing
Loyalty is nothing, Friendship is nothing
This world where the value of love is nothing
What have I if I have the world?

Oh Damn it! Blast it! Burn the world!
Let it burn! Let it burn! Blow up in ashes, the world!
Get it out of my sight, oh get it out of my sight, the world!
Have it, have it all, it is yours, the world!
What have i if i have the world!
What have i if i have the world!

(Tr. 'ये दुनिया अगर मिल भी जाए तो क्या है!', Lyricist Sahir Ludhianvi, प्यासा, 1957)