hai kahi par shadamani aur kahi nashadiya
aati hain duniya mein sukh-dukh ki sada yu aandhiyan aandhiyan aandhiyan
hai kahi par shadamani aur kahi nashadiya

kya raz hai kya raz hai
kya raz hai kya raz hai
aaj parawane ko bhi apani lagan par naz hai naz hai
kyon shama bechain hai kamosh hone ke liye
kyon shama bechain hai kamosh hone ke liye
aansuyon ki kya jarurat aansuyon ki kya jarurat
dil ko rone ke liye dil ko rone ke liye
tere dil ka saz pagali tere dil ka saz pagali
aaj beawaz hai aaj beawaz hai
hai kahi par shadamani aur kahi nashadiya

aa hai kahi par shadamani aur kahi nashadiya
hai kahi par shadamani aur kahi nashadiya
aati hain duniya mein sukh-dukh ki sada yu andhiyan, andhiyan

aayi aisi aandhiyan aayi aisi aandhiyan, aandhiyan
bujh gaya ghar ka chirag
dhul nahi sakata kabhi jo pad gaya aanchal mein dag
dhul nahi sakata kabhi jo pad gaya aanchal mein dag
the jahan araman
the jahan araman us dil ko mili barabadiyan, barabadiyan
hai kahi par shadamani aur kahi nashadiya
hai kahi par shadamani aur kahi nashadiya
zindagi ke sabj daman mein
kabhi phoolon ke bag zindagi ke sabz daman mein

zindagi mein surk daman mein kabhi kanton ke dag
zindagi mein surk daman mein kabhi kanton ke dag
kabhi phoolon ke bag kabhi kanton ke dag
phool-kanton se bhari hain zindagi ki wadiyan
hai kahi par shadamani aur kahi nashadiya
aati hain duniya mein sukh-dukh ki sada
yu aandhiyan aandhiyan
hai kahi par shadamani aur kahi nashadiya

Joy resides in realms unseen, while sorrows cast their shade,
A world of storms descends, where hopes and heartaches braid.
Storms they rage, storms they sweep.
Joy's echo fades, as shadows creep.

What whispers in the mystery, the secrets they conceal?
Today, the moth finds pride within its ardent zeal.
Why does the flame now yearn for silence, for the night?
Why this aching stillness, shrouded from the light?
Tears, what need have they, what purpose do they claim?
When the heart's own weeping, whispers sorrow's name.
Your heart's music, my love, a silent, muted plea.
Today, it finds no voice, no melody.
Joy's echo fades, as shadows creep.

Ah, joy's embrace, where shadows fall,
Joy's embrace, where shadows fall,
A world of storms descends, where hopes and heartaches call.
Such storms they rise, these gales of pain.
The home's bright lamp is quenched, extinguished in the rain.
A stain remains, indelible, on life's soft hem.
A stain remains, that time cannot condemn.
Where dreams once bloomed,
Destruction now presides, consumes.
Joy's echo fades, as shadows creep.
Joy's echo fades, as shadows sleep.

In life's green, verdant cloak,
Gardens of blossoms bloom, and so they stroke.
Life's crimson gown, a canvas stained,
With thorns it bears, the heart's wounds chained.
Gardens may bloom, but thorns persist.
A world of valleys, thorns and bliss.
Joy's echo fades, as shadows creep.
A world of storms descends, in slumber deep.
Joy's echo fades, as shadows creep.