roti hai aankhe jalta hai dil
jab apne ghar ke hai chhed aise
aangan paraya jagmagata raha hai
aadami musafir hai, aata hai, jata hai
aate jate raste me yade chhod jata hai
aadami musafir hai, aata hai, jata hai
aate jate raste me yade chhod jata hai
yade chhod jata hai, yade chhod jata hai

A traveler is man, he comes, he goes,
Upon the roads of time, a memory bestows.
A traveler is man, he comes, he goes,
Upon the roads of time, a memory bestows.
A traveler is man, a traveler is man.

Like a gust of wind, a rushing stream,
Like a gust of wind, a rushing stream,
Alone he’s left, within a dream,
Alone he's left, a solitary gleam.
And then he's left, in solitude it seems.
A traveler is man, he comes, he goes,
Upon the roads of time, a memory bestows.

When does this ache within the soul depart?
When does this ache within the soul depart?
The heart forgets, when love tears us apart.
The heart forgets, when love tears us apart.
And yet, in absence, still he plays a part.
A traveler is man, a traveler is man,
He comes, he goes, he comes, he goes,
Upon the roads of time, a memory bestows.
A traveler is man, he comes, he goes,
Upon the roads of time, a memory bestows.