is kismat ke bhee hain,
kese-kese ang niraale,
oh ho kese rang niraale.
ek dooje se alaajh rahe hain,
ek hee maan ke paale,
oho ek hee maan ke paale,
jo dete the bachapan mein vo,
sapane hogaye jhoote,
dil se dil kee dor bandee jo,
toote se na toote,
toote se na toote.

The strange limbs of Fate, they sway,
Such hues, such shades, in disarray.
Bound to each other, though apart,
From one same womb, a beating heart.

The dreams we held in days of youth,
Now faded echoes, void of truth.
The thread of hearts, so tightly spun,
A bond that breaks, yet is not done.