ab waqt ki aahat bhi mujhko
kadmo se darati hai
ab waqt ki aahat bhi mujhko
kadmo se darati hai
sapno ka sunehra aangan hai par dhup jalaati hai

bas ret pe likhi ho jaise
takdir ye lagta hai
bas ret pe likhi ho jaise
takdir ye lagta hai
ek maujh si aati hai
pal me takdir le jaati hai

darpan pe bharosa kaun kare
tasveer badalta hai
darpan pe bharosa kaun kare
tasveer badalta hai
kisi ki surat hai darpan me
yaado ko jagati hai

Now, time's own breath, a tremor felt,
frightens with each footfall's tread.
A sunlit dream, a golden field,
scorched by a burning sun instead.

Like fate, etched deep in shifting sand,
a fleeting script, a whispered plea.
A wave arrives, a grasping hand,
and steals the threads of destiny.

Who trusts the glass, that fickle friend,
where images forever change?
Whose face reflects, a journey's end,
awakening echoes, rearranged?