phulo kaa sapna dekhane walo
katon pe chalana sikh lo ajee o
apne hatho apni kismat
khud badalana sikh lo
haye re phulo kaa sapna

bade atapate jagat ke raste
chale chalo re bhai rote hasate
yahan bhul-bhulaiya kahi kahi
hain tal-talaiya kahi kahi
dhokhe ka jal hai har taraf
jara bachake nikalana sikh lo
haye re phulo kaa sapna

mat aane do aankh me pani
kamjori ki hai yeh nishani
badal ki kadak se mat daro
bijali ki tadak se mat daro
tum tufano ke bich bhi
bedhadak tehalana sikh lo
thokar pe thokar lagen magar
tum phir bhee sanbhalana sikh lo
haye re phulo ka sapna

Dreamers of blossoms, take heed,
Learn to walk where thorns bleed.
With your own hands, your fate to mold,
Transform it, brave and bold.
Alas, the dream of flowers.

Twisted paths this world does weave,
Walk on, laugh and grieve.
Labyrinths abound, a puzzling maze,
And tranquil pools in hazy daze.
Deceit's web, a hidden snare,
Learn to navigate with care.
Alas, the dream of flowers.

Let no tears your eyes enfold,
Weakness in that you behold.
Fear not the thunder's crash,
Nor lightning's sudden flash.
Amidst the storms, undeterred,
Learn to walk where souls are stirred.
Though stumbles come, a heavy cost,
Learn to rise, though all is lost.
Alas, the dream of flowers.