man ka ye panchhi haye kare kya
sone ke pinjre me kaid ho gaya
zindagi ye fadfada ke haye rah gayi
zalim zamane ne kaat diye par
man ka ye panchhi haye kare kya
sone ke pinjre me kaid ho gaya
zindagi ye fadfada ke haye rah gayi
zalim zamane ne kaat diye par
man ka ye panchhi haye kare kya
sone ke pinjre me kaid ho gaya

aag humare dil me lagi hai
phir bhi jawani naach rahi hai
aag humare dil me lagi hai
phir bhi jawani naach rahi hai
apne kiye pe khush hai zamana
hum to bane hai sabka nishana
zindagi ye fadfada ke haye rah gayi
zalim zamane ne kaat diye par
man ka ye panchhi haye kare kya
sone ke pinjre me kaid ho gaya

jaye kahan par ud sake na dil
raahe andheri haye re mushkil
jaye kahan par ud sake na dil
raahe andheri haye re mushkil
duniya ke bhid me hosh kho gaya
milta nahi hai koi raasta
zindagi ye fadfada ke haye rah gayi
zalim zamane ne kaat diye par
man ka ye panchhi haye kare kya
sone ke pinjre me kaid ho gaya

What shall the heart-bird do, alas?
Caged in a gilded, gleaming glass.
Life beats and flutters, a mournful cry,
Cruel time has clipped its wings to die.
What shall the heart-bird do, alas?
Caged in a gilded, gleaming glass.
Life beats and flutters, a mournful cry,
Cruel time has clipped its wings to die.
What shall the heart-bird do, alas?
Caged in a gilded, gleaming glass.

Fire within our hearts ablaze,
Yet youth still dances in a haze.
Fire within our hearts ablaze,
Yet youth still dances in a haze.
The world rejoices in its deeds,
While we become the sown seeds.
Life beats and flutters, a mournful cry,
Cruel time has clipped its wings to die.
What shall the heart-bird do, alas?
Caged in a gilded, gleaming glass.

Where to fly, when the heart cannot soar?
Dark are the paths, and hard the lore.
Where to fly, when the heart cannot soar?
Dark are the paths, and hard the lore.
Lost in the crowd, the senses dim,
No path appears, no guiding hymn.
Life beats and flutters, a mournful cry,
Cruel time has clipped its wings to die.
What shall the heart-bird do, alas?
Caged in a gilded, gleaming glass.