laakh kare apni manmani ye murakh insaan
aakhir hona hai wahi jo chahe bhagwan

kismat ke khel nirale
kismat ke khel nirale
khushiyo ka jal barsate hai gam ke baadal kale
kismat ke khel nirale

honi baat bane anhoni dhup bane barsaat
honi baat bane anhoni dhup bane barsaat
patjhad me bhi phul khile hai ye kismat ki baat
patjhad me bhi phul khile hai ye kismat ki baat
hone wali baat tale na
hone wali baat tale na
kabhi kisi ke taale
khushiyo ka jal barsate hai gam ke baadal kale
kismat ke khel nirale

chahe dushman lakh kisi ki raah me kaante boye
chahe dushman lakh kisi ki raah me kaante boye
raah me kaante boye ji raah me kaante boye
likha hai taqdeer me jo kuch aakhir ko wo hoye
aakhir ko wo hoye ji aakhir ko wo hoye
likha hai taqdeer me jo kuch aakhir ko wo hoye
phir bhi apne aap ko samjhe
phir bhi apne aap ko samjhe
sab kuch duniya wale
khushiyo ka jal barsate hai gam ke baadal kale
kismat ke khel nirale
khushiyo ka jal barsate hai gam ke baadal kale
kismat ke khel nirale

Though man may rage, his will unbound,
A fool to think his power profound,
The One above, His wish unfolds,
As fate's strange drama now beholds.
Fate's game, a curious art,
Where joy's bright rain departs,
And sorrow's shadows fall and gleam,
Fate's game, a dream.

What must be, turns to what is not,
Sun turns to rain, a mournful spot,
In autumn's grasp, a bloom appears,
A twist of fate, that conquers fears.
What's written, none can hold,
Nor ever can be sold,
Where joy's bright rain departs,
And sorrow's shadows fall and gleam,
Fate's game, a dream.

Though foes may sow thorns, sharp and deep,
Where weary souls their secrets keep,
The path ahead, they try to bind,
Yet what is writ, they'll surely find.
What's written, they must face,
In life's unending race.
And yet man sees himself,
As master of all he's dealt,
Where joy's bright rain departs,
And sorrow's shadows fall and gleam,
Fate's game, a dream.
Where joy's bright rain departs,
And sorrow's shadows fall and gleam,
Fate's game, a dream.