khuli hawa me udane wala panchhi preet na jane
khuli hawa me udane wala panchhi preet na jane
han han han han panchhi preet na jane ,kyo
lo bhawra ye bhi na jane
kaliya kyo mushkati ye ??
koyal daalo par hai gaati

duniya is duniya se myari
khu hi chala basane
duniya is duniya se myari
khu hi chala basane
apne jhuthe raahi se prem dagar pahachane
khuli hawa me udane wala panchhi preet na jane
han han han han panchhi preet na jane

kyo udane ki hi aadat ko hi panchhi se judwaye
kaisi hai duniya ki raste me jaal bichhaye
saulaa kanthi ye bhi na jane
aaj mujhe bandhan me rakhne ki kyo deti ho
taane saulaa kanthi ye bhi na jane
khuli hawa me udane wala panchhi preet na jane
han han han han panchhi preet na jane

The bird, unbound, takes flight on breezes free,
Knows not the heart's deep, whispered decree.
The bird, ah, the bird, knows not the way, why?
Nor the bee, that hums beneath the sky.
Why does the black flower bloom, a secret held?
The cuckoo sings, where branches have compelled.

This world, a world apart, it seeks its own,
And builds itself, where seeds of longing are sown.
From false companions, love's true path it seeks,
The bird, unbound, the love it never speaks.
The bird, ah, the bird, knows not the way.

Why bind the flight, to the bird's very core?
What snares of fate lie waiting at the door?
The sixteen-stringed lyre, it cannot understand,
Why do you taunt me, with a binding hand?
The sixteen-stringed lyre, it knows not why.
The bird, unbound, the love it cannot try.
The bird, ah, the bird, knows not the way.