subah ki dhoop pe isi ki dastkhat hai
isi ki roshni udi jo har taraf hai
ye lamho ke kuve mein roz jhaankti hai
ye jaake waqt se hisaab maangti hai

ye paani hai ye aag hai, ye khudi likhi kitaab hai
pyaar ki khuraak si hai piku
subah ki dhoop pe isi ki dastkhat hai

panna saanso ka palte aur likhe unpe mann ki baat re
lena isko kya kis se, isko toh bhaaye khud ka saath re
uh oh barish ki boond jaisi, sardi ki dhundh jaisi
kaisi paheli iska hal na mile

kabhi ye aasmaan utaarti hai neeche
kabhi ye bhaage aise baadalon ke peeche
isey har dard ghoont jaane ka nasha hai
karo jo aaye jee mein iska falsafa hai
ye paani hai ye aag hai, ye khudi likhi kitaab hai
ye pyaar ki khuraak si hai piku

mode raaho ke chehre, isko jaana hota jis ore hai
aise sargam sunaaye, khud iske sur hain iske raag re
uh oh roothe toh mirchi jaisi, hans de toh cheeni jaisi
kaisi paheli iska hal na mile

subah ki dhoop pe isi ki dastkhat hai
isi ki roshni udi jo har taraf hai
ye lamho ki kuve mein roz jhaankti hai
ye jaake waqt se hisaab maangti hai

ye paani hai ye aag hai, ye khudi likhi kitaab hai
pyaar ki khuraak si hai piku
subah ki dhoop pe isi ki dastkhat hai

Upon the dawn's embrace, her signature resides,
Her light, a scattered whisper, where everything abides.
She peers into the well of fleeting moments' grace,
And challenges the time, demanding its embrace.
She is water, she is fire,
A book of self, her own desire.
A nourishment of love, my dear, Pico!
Upon the dawn...

The pages of breath she turns with a sigh,
And on them, the heart's unspoken words lie.
She seeks nothing from none, you see,
Content in her own company.
Oh, like a raindrop's falling tear,
Like winter's mist, drawing near,
What a riddle, no solution to hold.

Sometimes she pulls the heavens down so low,
Sometimes she flees, where the clouds all go.
She finds a solace in swallowing every ache,
And her philosophy is, do as your heart does make.
She is water, she is fire...

She molds the faces of every road,
Towards her chosen path, her spirit bestowed.
She sings her own scales, her own refrain,
Her own music, in sunshine and rain.
Oh, when angered, like chili's burning sting,
When she smiles, like sugar's sweet offering.
What a riddle, no solution to find.
Upon the dawn...