dukh sukh ki har ek mala, kudrat hi piroti hai
oo dukh sukh ki har ek mala, kudrat hi piroti hai
hatho ki lakiro me, ye jagti soti hai
dukh sukh ki har ek mala, kudrat hi piroti hai

yado ka safar ye kare, gujari baharo me kabhi
aane wale kal pe hanse, udte nazaro me kabhi
ek hath me andhiyara, ek hath me jyoti hai
dukh sukh ki har ek mala, kudrat hi piroti hai

samna kare jo iska, kisi me ye dam hai kaha
iska khilona banke, hum sab jite hai yaha
jis rah se hum gujare, ye samne hoti hai
dukh sukh ki har ek mala, kudrat hi piroti hai

aaho ke zanaze dil me, aankho me chitaye gam ki
ninde ban gayi tinka, chali wo hwaye gam ki
isan ke andar bhi, aandhi koi hoti hai
dukh sukh ki har ek mala, kudrat hi piroti hai

khud ko chhupane walo ka, pal pal pichha ye kare
jaha bhi ho mitte nisha, vahi jake pav ye dhare
phir dil ka harek ghav, ashqo se ye dhoti hai
dukh sukh ki har ek mala, kudrat hi piroti hai
hatho ki lakiro me, ye jagti soti hai
dukh sukh ki har ek mala, kudrat hi piroti hai

The strings of joy and sorrow, nature weaves with care,
Oh, the strings of joy and sorrow, nature weaves with care,
In the lines of fate, this world both sleeps and dares,
The strings of joy and sorrow, nature weaves with care.

A journey of remembrance, through springs long past,
Laughing at tomorrow, in fleeting visions cast,
In one hand, shadows lie, in the other, light's decree,
The strings of joy and sorrow, nature weaves with glee.

Who dares to stand before it, who possesses such might?
We all become its playthings, within its fading light,
The path it treads, it mirrors, for all the world to see,
The strings of joy and sorrow, nature weaves with glee.

A funeral of sighs within the heart, tears in the eyes,
Slumber turns to tinder, borne by sorrow's sighs,
Within the soul of man, a storm eternally,
The strings of joy and sorrow, nature weaves with glee.

It follows those who hide themselves, in every passing hour,
Where traces fade away, it plants its potent power,
Then washes every wound of the heart, with tearful plea,
The strings of joy and sorrow, nature weaves with glee,
In the lines of fate, this world both sleeps and dares,
The strings of joy and sorrow, nature weaves with care.