ek zarre ka sitare se milan
ye hakikat hai bura lagta hai
lagta hai
ye hakikat hai bura lagta hai
tum sitara ho
tum sitara ho sitaro me raho
zarra zarro me bhala lagta hai
lagta hai
zarra zarro me bhala lagta hai

pyar ka rog koi kya pa le
pyar karte hai barabar wale
unch aur nich ki
unch aur nich ki is duniya me
sans lena bhi saza lagta hai
lagta hai
sans lena bhi saza lagta hai
ek zarre ka sitare se milan
ye hakikat hai bura lagta hai
lagta hai
ye hakikat hai bura lagta hai

yu na ghut ghut ke sada do mujhko
waqt hai ab bhi bhula do mujhko
humko milke bhi
humko milke bhi zuda rahna hai
ye mukaddar ka likha lagta hai
lagta hai
ye mukaddar ka likha lagta hai
ek zarre ka sitare se milan
ye hakikat hai bura lagta hai
lagta hai
ye hakikat hai bura lagta hai
tum sitara ho
tum sitara ho sitaro me raho
zarra zarro me bhala lagta hai
lagta hai
zarra zarro me bhala lagta hai

A mote to a star, a meeting,
This truth, it aches, it seems.
It seems,
This truth, it aches.

You, a star,
You, a star, dwell amongst the stars.
A mote, amongst motes, finds ease.
It seems,
A mote, amongst motes, finds ease.

Who can grasp love's disease?
Those equal in love, they appease.
In this world of,
In this world of, high and low,
To breathe, a punishment it seems.
It seems,
To breathe, a punishment.

A mote to a star, a meeting,
This truth, it aches, it seems.
It seems,
This truth, it aches.

Do not always suffocate me so,
There is time still, forget me now.
Though we meet,
Though we meet, we must depart,
This, fate's script, it seems.
It seems,
This, fate's script.

A mote to a star, a meeting,
This truth, it aches, it seems.
It seems,
This truth, it aches.

You, a star,
You, a star, dwell amongst the stars.
A mote, amongst motes, finds ease.
It seems,
A mote, amongst motes, finds ease.