mrigtrishna mrigtrishna mrigtrishna mrigtrishna
mrigtrishna mrigtrishna mrigtrishna mrigtrishna
mrigtrishna

jivan me sukh pane ki to
sabko hai tarishna
kaam ki trishna, daam ki traishna
naam ki hai trishna
jivan me sukh pane ki to
sabko hai tarishna
kaam ki trishna, daam ki traishna
naam ki hai trishna
anokhi pyas hai ye trishna
mano ki aas hai ye trishna
madhur vishwas hai ye trishna
bandhi hai saans me ye trishna
mrigtrishna mrigtrishna mrigtrishna mrigtrishna

kaali kaali raat ko
prabhat ki hai trishna
aaye jo prabhat
usko saanjh ki hai trishna
aaye jo prabhat
usko saanjh ki hai trishna
saanjh ki laali ko phir
raat ki hai trishna
mrig jaise dhundhe jivan bhar
kya hai ye trishna
anokhi pyas hai ye trishna
mano ki aas hai ye trishna
madhur vishwas hai ye trishna
bandhi hai saans me ye trishna
mrigtrishna mrigtrishna mrigtrishna mrigtrishna

bhanwaro me phulo ki trishna
se pagalpan chhaya
lakh bujhayi pyas magar
na chain kabhi hai paya
lakh bujhayi pyas magar
na chain kabhi hai paya
bhanwar ke jaise ghume phir bhi
mite na ye trishna
sara jag bhula hai
kiski sach me hai trishna
anokhi pyas hai ye trishna
mano ki aas hai ye trishna
madhur vishwas hai ye trishna
bandhi hai saans me ye trishna
mrigtrishna mrigtrishna mrigtrishna mrigtrishna

Mirage, a mirage, a mirage, a mirage,
Mirage, a mirage, a mirage, a mirage,
Mirage.

In life, to find joy,
all yearn for this thirst,
For labor's thirst, for wealth's thirst,
for name's thirst,
In life, to find joy,
all yearn for this thirst,
For labor's thirst, for wealth's thirst,
for name's thirst,
A strange thirst is this,
of minds, a longing is this,
Sweet belief is this,
bound within each breath is this,
Mirage, a mirage, a mirage, a mirage.

To the blackest night,
dawn's is the thirst,
When dawn arrives,
for evening it thirsts,
When dawn arrives,
for evening it thirsts,
To evening's blush, again,
night's it craves,
As deer seeks all its life,
what is this thirst?
A strange thirst is this,
of minds, a longing is this,
Sweet belief is this,
bound within each breath is this,
Mirage, a mirage, a mirage, a mirage.

In the whirlpool, for flowers' thirst,
madness did spread,
Though quenched a thousand times,
peace was never found,
Though quenched a thousand times,
peace was never found,
Like the whirlpool, we spin, yet still,
this thirst does not cease,
The whole world forgets,
whose true thirst is it?
A strange thirst is this,
of minds, a longing is this,
Sweet belief is this,
bound within each breath is this,
Mirage, a mirage, a mirage, a mirage.