jise tum bhatkane kahti ho na mansi
mai use or janne ki talash kahta hu ek or janne ki talash
mai is jami pe bhatkata hu kitni sadiyo se
gira waqt se kat ke lamha uski tarah
watan mila to gali ke liye bhatkta raha
gali me ghar ka nishan dhundhta raha barso
tumhari ruh me ab jism me bhadakta hu mai
tumhi se janmu to ab shayad mujhe panah mile

kaach ki bunde hu hu tan pe lagti
kaach ki bunde man pe lage to jane tan pe lagti
kaach ki bunde man pe lage to jane tan pe lagti
kaach ki bunde man pe lage to jane
tan pe lagti kaach ki bunde man pe lage to jane
tan pe lagti kaach ki bunde man pe lage to jane
barf se thandi aag ki bunde dard chuge to jane
tan pe lagti kaach ki bunde man pe lage to jane

lal sunhari chingari si lal sunhari chingari si bele jhulti rahti hai
lal sunhari chingari si bele jhulti rahti hai
bahar gulmohar ki lapte bahar gulmohar ki lapte dil me uge to jane
tan pe lagti kaach ki bunde man pe lage to jane

barish lambe lambe hatho se jab aakar chhuti hai
barish lambe lambe hatho se jab aakar chhuti hai
ye lo ban si sanse ye lo ban si thodi der ruke to jane
tan pe lagti kaach ki bunde man pe lage to jane
barf se thandi aag ki bunde barf se thandi aag ki bunde
dard chuge to jane
tan pe lagti kaach ki bunde man pe lage to jane

What you call wandering, my love,
I call a quest to know more.
A quest to know more, this earth,
For ages I have wandered.

A moment severed, fallen from time,
Finding home, I wandered through streets,
Searching for a home's echo.
Now, through your soul, I wander for a body,
Born of you, perhaps, I'll find shelter.

Glass beads fall, touching the skin,
Glass beads strike the mind, then the body knows.
Glass beads strike the mind, then the body knows.
Glass beads strike the mind, then it knows.
The body knows when glass beads strike the mind.
The body knows when glass beads strike the mind.
Ice-cold fire, its wounds, its pain, the body knows.
The body knows when glass beads strike the mind.

Crimson, golden sparks,
Crimson, golden, climbing vines sway,
Crimson, golden sparks, climbing vines sway.
Outside, Gulmohar flames,
Gulmohar flames, bloom within the heart, then the body knows.
The body knows when glass beads strike the mind.

Rain, with long, long hands, when it touches,
Rain, with long, long hands, when it touches,
These frankincense breaths, these frankincense breaths,
Pause a moment, then the body knows.
The body knows when glass beads strike the mind.
Ice-cold fire, ice-cold fire,
Its wounds, its pain, the body knows.
The body knows when glass beads strike the mind.