rang badal badal ke
kyu chahak rahe hai din dopehriyan
mai janu na janu na janu na janu na
kyu phudak phudak ke
dhadkano ki chal rahi gilehriyan
mai janu na janu na janu na janu na
rang badal badal ke
kyu chahak rahe hai din dopehriyan
mai janu na janu na janu na janu na
kyu phudak phudak ke
dhadkano ki chal rahi gilehriyan

mai janu na janu na
kyu zara sa mausam sarphira hai
ya mera mood maskhara hai maskhara hai
jo zayka manmaniyo ka hai
wo kaisa ras bhara hai
mai janu na janu na janu na janu na
kyu hazare gulmohar se
bhar gayi hai khwahishon ki tehniyan
mai janu na janu na janu na janu na
kyu phudak phudak ke
dhadkano ki chal rahi gilehriyan
mai janu na janu na janu na janu na

ek nayi si dosti aasman se ho gayi
zamin mujhse jal ke muh banake bole
tu bigad rahi hai
zindagi bhi aaj kal gintiyo se ub ke
ganit ke aankdo ke
sath ek aadha sher padh rahi hai
mai sahi galat ke piche
chhod ke chali kachehriya
mai janu na janu na janu na janu na
kyu phudak phudak ke
dhadkano ki chal rahi gilehriya

mai janu na janu na
kyu zara sa mausam sarphira hai
ya mera mood maskhara hai maskhara hai
jo zayka manmaniyo ka hai
wo kaisa ras bhara hai
mai janu na janu na janu na janu na
kyu hazare gulmohar se
bhar gayi hai khwahisho ki tehniyan
mai janu na janu na janu na janu na
kyu phudak phudak ke
dhadkano ki chal rahi gilehriyan
mai janu na janu na janu na janu na

The midday hours, why do they chirp, changing hue?
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.
Why, with little leaps,
do squirrels of heartbeats prance and pursue?
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.
The midday hours, why do they chirp, changing hue?
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.
Why, with little leaps,
do squirrels of heartbeats prance and pursue?

I don't know, I don't know.
Why is the weather slightly mad?
Or is my mood a playful rogue, a prankster?
The taste of whims,
how does it taste, so full and glad?
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.
Why, with a thousand gulmohars,
are the branches of desires now clad?
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.
Why, with little leaps,
do squirrels of heartbeats prance and pursue?
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.

A new friendship with the sky, it has begun,
the earth, in jealousy, turns its face and sighs,
"You are changing, you're becoming undone."
Life, too, now weary of counting,
with the numbers, in a verse that softly flies,
it is reciting, a half-sung, secret run.
Leaving courts of right and wrong behind,
I go my own way, to my own skies.
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.
Why, with little leaps,
do squirrels of heartbeats prance and pursue?
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.

I don't know, I don't know.
Why is the weather slightly mad?
Or is my mood a playful rogue, a prankster?
The taste of whims,
how does it taste, so full and glad?
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.
Why, with a thousand gulmohars,
are the branches of desires now clad?
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.
Why, with little leaps,
do squirrels of heartbeats prance and pursue?
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.