aabadiyon mein dasht ka manjar bhi aayega
aabadiyon mein dasht ka manjar bhi aayega
gujroge shahar se to gujroge
gujroge shahar se to mera ghar bhi aayega
aabadiiyon mein dasht ka manjar bhi aayega

achchi nahi najakte ahsaas is kadar
achchi nahi najakte ahsaas is kadar
sheesha agar banoge to pathar bhi aayega
sheesha agar banoge to pathar bhi aayega
gujroge shahar se to mera ghar bhi aayega

daro haram mein khaak udate chale chalo
daro haram mein khaak udate chale chalo
tu jiski justju mein ho wo dar bhi aayega
tu jiski justju mein ho wo dar bhi aayega
aabadiiyon mein dasht ka manjar bhi aayega

baitha hun kabse kuchaiyeka katil mein sarnigu
baitha hun kabse kuchaiyeka katil mein sarnigu
katil ke hath mein bhi kabhi khanjar bhi aayega
katil ke hath mein bhi kabhi khanjar bhi aayega
gujroge shahar se to mera ghar bhi aayega

jis din kumuddato se naushaad intzaar
jis din kumuddato se naushaad intzaar
kya jane din hume wo moysar
kya jane din hume wo moysar
gujroge shahar se to mera ghar bhi aayega
aabadiyon mein dasht ka manjar bhi aayega

A desert vista in the heart of cities will bloom,
A desert vista in the heart of cities will bloom.
You'll pass through towns, a transient shade,
And my dwelling, too, will rise from the gloom.
A desert vista in the heart of cities will bloom.

Such delicate feeling, a weakness untold,
Such delicate feeling, a weakness untold.
If glass you become, then a stone you'll embrace,
If glass you become, then a stone you'll behold.
And my dwelling, too, will rise from the gloom.

Through temples and shrines, let dust be your guide,
Through temples and shrines, let dust be your guide.
That for which you yearn, its doorway you'll find,
That for which you yearn, its doorway you'll confide.
A desert vista in the heart of cities will bloom.

For ages I’ve knelt in the killer's embrace,
For ages I’ve knelt in the killer's embrace.
The killer's own hand will wield the cold blade,
The killer's own hand will wield the cold blade.
And my dwelling, too, will rise from the gloom.

From Kamuddo, the joy of waiting unfurls,
From Kamuddo, the joy of waiting unfurls.
Who knows if that day will ever be ours?
Who knows if that day will ever be ours?
And my dwelling, too, will rise from the gloom.
A desert vista in the heart of cities will bloom.