chalti nahi insan ki halat ke aage
chalti nahi insan ki halat ke aage hatho ki lakiro me
hatho ki lakiro me chhupi bat ke aage
chalti nahi insan ki halat ke aage

hum log khilone hai koi khel raha hai
hum log khilone hai koi khel raha hai
hai nam kabhi waqt kabhi uska khuda hai
hum chij hai kya uski karamat ke aage hatho ki lakiro me
hatho ki lkiro me chhupi bat ke aage
chalti nahi insan ki halat ke aage

khwabo ke mahal banke ujad jate hai ek din
khwabo ke mahal banke ujad jate hai ek din
jo jan se pyare hai bichhd jate hai ek din
takdir ki manjil to hai jazbat ke aage
chalti nahi insan ki halat ke aage

ek roz hume karke andhero ke hawale
ek roz hume karke andhero ke hawale
kho jate hai jane kaha jivan ke ujale
bas rat hi kafi hai kabhi rat ke aage
chalti nahi insan ki halat ke aage

bekar hai kamzor hai insan ki dalile
bekar hai kamzor hai insan ki dalile
hukm apna chalti hai ye hatho ki lakire
har bat huyi khtam isi bat ke aage
chalti nahi insan ki halat ke aage hatho ki lakiro me
hatho ki lkiro me chhupi bat ke aage
chalti nahi insan ki halat ke aage

Man's will bends, it cannot stand,
Before the lines etched in the hand,
Before the secrets they command,
Man's will bends, it cannot stand.

We are but toys, a game untold,
By hands unseen, both new and old.
Sometimes the hour, sometimes God's grace,
What worth we have, in time and space?
Before the marvels, unforeseen,
Before the lines, the fate between,
Man's will bends, it cannot stand.

Castles of dreams, they rise and fall,
The dearest bonds, beyond recall.
Destiny's path, a whispered plea,
Before the heart's fragility,
Man's will bends, it cannot stand.

One day, consigned to shades of night,
The radiant sun will lose its light.
Where do the vanished glories roam?
The endless dark, our only home.
Before the night's eternal keep,
Man's will bends, and falls to sleep.

Futile the words, the pleas we make,
The hand's deep lines, their course they take.
Each argument, a fading trace,
Before the lines, time and space.
Man's will bends, it cannot stand,
Before the lines etched in the hand,
Before the secrets they command,
Man's will bends, it cannot stand.