har dil akela hai yaha pe har dil akela hai yaha pe
chahe duniya ka mela hal ha, chahe duniya ka mela hai
sab kehne ko apne hai sab kehne ko apne hai
fir bhi dil suna hai suna suna re
fir bhi dil suna hai har dil akela hai yaha pe yaha pe

inderdhanush ka bana ke guitar
satrangi geeto ka chedu mai taar
uche neche sur sajaye zindagi jhankar laye
dhol kismat sa nachaye ashk dil sarangi gaaye
madmastiya hai sab jawa
hassi ki kashtiya hai yaha
fir bhi dil suna hai suna
fir bhi dil suna hai har dil akela hai yaha pe

jeetne ki hod hai lambi dohd hai
haa ye shoki sadak hai
shauhrat ke mod hai paisa khuda hai
har koi fida hai jeb khali to alvida hai
ishq jogan ki dilruba hai
duba jo isme, aashiq tabha hai
milan mai khone ka nasha
falak ko chonde ka maja

fir bhi dil suna hai suna hai re
fir bhi dil suna hai
oo har dil akela hai yaha pe
chahe duniya ka mela hai mela hai re
chahe duniya ka mela hai
sab kehne ko apne hai sab kehne ko apne hai
fir bhi dil suna hai suna suna suna re
fir bhi dil suna hai

Each heart, a solitary isle, adrift,
though a world's fair crowds the shore.
Claimed kin, a chorus, briefly gifted,
yet the soul feels desolate, and sore.
Even in this throng, each heart alone,
each heart, a lonely home.

An iridescent guitar I'd craft,
from rainbow strings, melodies to draft.
High and low, these chords I'd weave,
life's vibrant hum, I'd then receive.
Fortune's drums, a rhythmic beat,
tears, a violin's mournful sweet.
Intoxication, a fleeting phase,
laughter's boats on passing waves.
Yet the soul feels desolate, and deep,
yet the soul is lost in sleep.
Each heart, a solitary isle, adrift.

A long race, a victory's chase,
a road of ambition, laced.
Fame's sharp turns, where fortunes gleam,
money's god, a fevered dream.
Empty pockets, a swift farewell,
love's youthful charm, a siren's spell.
Drowning in it, a lover's plight,
losing oneself, a starlit flight.
The ecstasy of union's grace,
the thrill of leaving time and space.

Yet the soul feels desolate, and bare,
yet the soul is lost in air.
Oh, each heart, a solitary isle, adrift,
though a world's fair, a painted gift.
A world's fair, a fading show,
claimed kin, a fleeting glow.
Yet the soul feels desolate, and deep,
yet the soul is lost in sleep.