man ke manjire aaj khankane lage
bhule the chalna ladam thirkane lage
ang ang baje mridag saat sur mere jage
sans sans me bans bans me dhun koi saje
gaye dil ye gaane laga hai
mujhko aane laga hai, khud pe hi aetbar
khud pe hi aetbar

badal tak jhule mere pahuchane lage
aankho ke aage gagan simatne lage
taal taal pe taal taal pe chhu ke hawaaye
khet khet me ret ret me faila di baahe
aayi re sinduri subah aayi
ghulti jaye sihaai rato ki rato ki
rato ki rato ki

khule jo darwaje ko
dekha harshay thi nahaai
ujali ujali si thi, meri tanhaai re
badli badli si badli
mere angana me thi chhayi
veerani raani banke mere paas aayi
apni najr se maine dekhi duniya ki rangoli
mujhko bulane aayi mausam ki toli
kholi aankho ki kholi, maine paayi apni boli
mujhme hi rahti thi meri hamjoli re
sun lo ab na akeli hu main
apni saheli hu main sathi hu apni main
sathi hu apni main

man ke manjire aaj khankane lage
bhule the chalna ladam thirkane lage
ang ang baje mridag saat sur mere jage
sans sans me bans bans me dhun koi saje
gaye dil ye gaane laga hai
mujhko aane laga hai khud pe hi aetbar
jhule mere pahuchane lage
aankho ke aage gagan simatne lage
taal taal pe taal taal pe chhu ke hawaaye
khet khet me ret ret me faila di baahe
aayi re sinduri subah aayi
ghulti jaye sihaai rato ki rato ki
rato ki rato ki

The heart's cymbals, they ring anew,
Forgotten feet, they now pursue.
Each limb a drum, seven notes arise,
Each breath a flute, a melody that flies.
My heart now sings, a song takes hold,
I begin to know, a story unfolds,
In myself I trust,
In myself I trust.

The clouds now sway, my reach ascends,
The sky contracts, where vision blends.
Each beat, each rhythm, the winds now graze,
Across fields of sand, my arms embrace.
The crimson dawn, it now appears,
Fading the ink, of my bygone years,
Of nights, of nights,
Of nights.

When the doors swung wide,
Joy bathed, I spied,
And my solitude, in light, did reside.
Transformed, the change,
In my courtyard, arranged,
Loneliness, a queen, my side she'd claimed.
With my own eyes, I saw the world's design,
The seasons' troupe, their call, so divine,
I opened my eyes, and found my own tongue,
My companion, in me, forever had sung,
Hear me now, no longer alone,
My own friend I've become, my own soul, I own,
My own soul, I own.

The heart's cymbals, they ring anew,
Forgotten feet, they now pursue.
Each limb a drum, seven notes arise,
Each breath a flute, a melody that flies.
My heart now sings, a song takes hold,
I begin to know, a story unfolds,
In myself I trust,
The clouds now sway, my reach ascends,
The sky contracts, where vision blends.
Each beat, each rhythm, the winds now graze,
Across fields of sand, my arms embrace.
The crimson dawn, it now appears,
Fading the ink, of my bygone years,
Of nights, of nights,
Of nights.