aakaash ke jalte suraj ko
paani me gira deta hai koi
kyu ret ke bheege jarro ko
baarud bana deta hai koi
badhti hi jaati hai uljhan
manthan manthan, manthan manthan
manthan manthan, manthan manthan
manthan manthan, manthan manthan
manthan

barsaat bhi hoti hai aisi
har bund me ek chingaari hai
jiwan ke khule darwaaze par
ab maut ki pehredari hai
ruk ruk ke chalti hai dhadkan
manthan manthan, manthan manthan
manthan manthan, manthan manthan
manthan manthan, manthan manthan
manthan

vishwaas ho jin dariyaao me
vo rukte nahi diwaaro se
jin paano par ho saty likha
vo jalte nahi angaaro se
har yug me chamakta hai darpan
manthan manthan, manthan manthan
manthan manthan, manthan manthan
manthan manthan, manthan manthan
manthan

A fiery sun, ripped from the sky's hold,
Plunged into waters, a story untold.
Why does someone, with such shadowed art,
Turn grains of sand to a powder of heart?
The maze expands, a tightening coil,
Churning, churning, in restless turmoil.
Churning, churning, the spirit's deep quest,
Churning, churning, to find its true rest.
Churning.

A rain descends, a tempest of pain,
Each drop a spark, igniting a flame.
At life's open gate, a specter appears,
Where death now stands, and whispers our fears.
The heart stutters, a faltering beat,
Churning, churning, a bitter retreat.
Churning, churning, the soul's heavy plea,
Churning, churning, for liberty.
Churning.

Faith's rivers flow, with a boundless grace,
Unbound by walls, in time and space.
On pages of truth, where wisdom's revealed,
No burning ember can ever be sealed.
Through every age, the mirror shines clear,
Churning, churning, banishing fear.
Churning, churning, the truth to embrace,
Churning, churning, in time and space.
Churning.