ik sukh ka ek dukh ka mausam
patjhad kabhi bahar
khel vidhata baitha khele khele rang hajar
samjh na paya insaan koi kabhi bhi uska par
khushiyo bharta jholi me par aasu deta sath
ik sukh ka ek dukh ka mausam

nind khuli to tuta sapna sapna ek salauna
tut gaya to kya ab rona mitti ka tha khilauna
likha hai jo hona hai wo sab kismat ke hath
khel vidhata baitha khele khele rang hajar
ik sukh ka ek dukh ka mausam

tumne mujhse pyar kiya hai
ye kab tumne kaha tha
o meri najar ka dhokha tha jo
kajra aankh saja tha
aasu mere bah nikle to kajra bah gaya sath
khel vidhata baitha khele khele rang hajar
ik sukh ka ek dukh ka mausam
patjhad kabhi bahar
khel vidhata baitha khele khele rang hajar
khele rang hajar khele rang hajar

A season of joy, a season of pain,
Where autumn fades, and spring's reborn again.
The Weaver sits, a thousand hues to spin,
No mortal soul can grasp the game within.
He fills your cup with laughter's golden wine,
Yet tears are poured, a bitter, weeping sign.
A season of joy, a season of pain.

The dream dissolved, as slumber broke its hold,
A fragile dream, a story to be told.
It shattered then, why weep for what is gone?
A clay-made toy, its fleeting moment drawn.
What fate decrees, the heavens hold in sway,
The Weaver sits, and colors light the day.
A season of joy, a season of pain.

You spoke of love, a whispered, tender plea,
When did you speak those words of love to me?
My vision blurred, a trick of darkened eyes,
The kohl's embrace, a sweet, deceptive guise.
My tears now flow, the darkness washed away,
The Weaver sits, and colors light the day.
A season of joy, a season of pain.
Where autumn fades, and spring's reborn again.
The Weaver sits, a thousand hues to spin,
He plays his game, a thousand hues within.
He plays his game, a thousand hues within.