ye shishe ye sapne ye rishte ye dhage
kise kya khabar hai kaha tut jaye
ye shishe ye sapne ye rishte ye dhage
kise kya khabar hai kaha tut jaye
mohabbat ke dariya me tinke wafa ke
na jane ye kis mod par doob jaye

ajab dil ki wadi ajab dil ki basti
har ek mod mausam nayi khwahisho ka
ajab dil ki wadi ajab dil ki basti
har ek mod mausam nayi khwahisho ka
lagaye hai hamne bhi sapno ke paudhe
magar kya bharosa yaha barisho ka

murado ki manzil ke sapno me khoye
mohabbat ki raho pe hum chal pade the
zara door chal kar jab aankhe khuli to
kadi dhup me hum akele khade the

jinhe dil se chaha jinhe dil se pooja
najar aa rahe hai wahi ajnabi se
jinhe dil se chaha jinhe dil se pooja
najar aa rahe hai wahi ajnabi se
rawayat hai shayad ye sadiyo purani
shikayat nahi hai koi zindagi se

These mirrors, these dreams, these ties, these threads,
Who knows where they'll unravel, where they'll be shed?
These mirrors, these dreams, these ties, these threads,
Who knows where they'll unravel, where they'll be shed?
In love's vast river, the straws of our faith,
At what turning will they sink, meet their death?

A strange heart's valley, a strange heart's town,
Each turn a season, new desires abound.
A strange heart's valley, a strange heart's town,
Each turn a season, new desires abound.
We too have planted dreams, carefully sown,
But what trust can we place in rains yet unknown?

Lost in the dreams of a wished-for shore,
On love's pathways, we ventured to explore.
A little distance covered, then our eyes cleared,
And in harsh sunlight, we stood, utterly feared.

Those we cherished, those we held so dear,
Now appear strangers, their faces unclear.
Those we cherished, those we held so dear,
Now appear strangers, their faces unclear.
Perhaps this is a tradition, old as time's tear,
No complaints do I make, of life held so near.