maut kaa ek din mauhiya hai nind kyun rat bhar nahi aati
maut kaa ek din mauhiya hai nind kyun rat bhar nahi aati

dil jhanjhanale janey jana har pal hai ek chhal hai yeh zamana
dil jhanjhanale janey jana har pal hai ek chhal hai yeh zamana
hai yeh do ghadi kaa afsana phir kal ki soche kyon khamauka
dil jhanjhanale janey jana har pal hai ek chhal hai yeh zamana
hai yeh do ghadi kaa afsana phir kal ki soche kyon khamauka
dil jhanjhanale janey jana har pal hai ek chhal hai yeh zamana

dil jhanjhanale janey jana har pal hai ek chhal hai yeh zamana
to kyo bedili ko dauhraana sapno pe khushbu key muskurana
dil jhanjhanale janey jana har pal hai ek chhal hai yeh zamana
maut kaa ek din mauhiya hai nind kyon rat bhar nahi aati
maut kaa ek din mauhiya hai nind kyon rat bhar nahi aati

dil jhanjhanale janey jana har pal hai ek chhal hai yeh zamana
iss dil ki lagi ko naa bujhana warna hai andhera jagja
dil jhanjhanale janey jana har pal hai ek chhal hai yeh zamana
har pal hai ek chhal hai yeh zamana

Death's decree, a single day descends,
Why then, does slumber not encompass, night's ends?
Death's decree, a single day is set,
Why then, does sleep evade, a restless fret?

The heart, a tempest, beloved, ever near,
Each moment a deception, the world's false veneer.
This fleeting tale, a breath within the breeze,
Why then, tomorrow's burden, on the heart's unease?
The heart, a tempest, beloved, ever near,
Each moment a deception, the world's false veneer.
This fleeting tale, a breath within the breeze,
Why then, tomorrow's burden, on the heart's unease?
The heart, a tempest, beloved, ever near,
Each moment a deception, the world's false veneer.

The heart, a tempest, beloved, ever near,
Each moment a deception, the world's false veneer.
Why then, repeat the listless, weary sigh?
Upon dreams, the scent of fragrance, smiling high.
The heart, a tempest, beloved, ever near,
Each moment a deception, the world's false veneer.
Death's decree, a single day descends,
Why then, does slumber not encompass, night's ends?
Death's decree, a single day is set,
Why then, does sleep evade, a restless fret?

The heart, a tempest, beloved, ever near,
Each moment a deception, the world's false veneer.
Do not quench the fire within the soul,
Or darkness shall awaken, make the spirit whole.
The heart, a tempest, beloved, ever near,
Each moment a deception, the world's false veneer.
Each moment a deception, the world's false veneer.