yeh duniya patang, nit badale yah rang
koyi jaane naa udane vaala kaun hai
yeh duniya patang, nit badale yah rang
koyi jaane naa udane vaala kaun hai

sab apani udaaye yeh jaan naa paye
kab kisaki chadhe kisaki kat jaye
hai yeh kisako pata kab badale hava
aur dor idhar se udhar hat jaaye
ho woh dor ya kaman ya jamin aasman
koyi jaane na banane vala kaun hai
yeh duniya patang, nit badale yah rang
koyi jaane naa udane vaala kaun hai

ude akad akad dhanavaalo ki patang
sada dekha hai garib se hi pench lade
hai gurur kaa hujur sar nicha sada
jo bhi jitana uthaye use utani pade
kiska guman bhala kare insaan
jab jaane na banane vaala kaun hai
yeh duniya patang, nit badale yah rang
koyi jaane naa udane vaala kaun hai
yeh duniya patang, nit badale yah rang
koyi jaane naa udane vaala kaun hai

This world, a kite, its colors ever shift,
None know the hand that pulls the strings aloft.
This world, a kite, its colors ever shift,
None know the hand that pulls the strings aloft.

Each flies their own, yet few perceive,
Whose kite ascends, whose threads will cleave.
Who knows the winds, their sudden turn,
The shifting course, the lessons we must learn?
Be it the string, the bow, the earth, the sky,
None know the architect that looms on high.
This world, a kite, its colors ever shift,
None know the hand that pulls the strings aloft.

The kites of wealth, with haughty air, take flight,
But always clash with those of humble plight.
Pride's arrogance, a downward cast,
The more one rises, the harder the fall amassed.
What cause has man for boastful plea,
When he knows not the maker of all he sees?
This world, a kite, its colors ever shift,
None know the hand that pulls the strings aloft.
This world, a kite, its colors ever shift,
None know the hand that pulls the strings aloft.