ye hain dunya ki reet
bane kisi ki na meet
koi cheej bhi hai preet, nahi isko pata
ye hain dunya ki reet
bane kisi ki na meet
koi cheej bhi hai preet, nahi isko pata
ye jhuth ki gulaam, jhuth subah jhuth shaam
kabhi bhul se na kare ye kisi ka bhala
yaha milta hain nek, koi lakho me ek
par use apnaane vala kaun hai
ye duniya patang, nit badle ye rang
koi jaane na, udaane vala kaun hain
ye duniya patang, nit badle ye rang
koi jaane na, udaane vala kaun hain

This world's a winding path,
Where few find lasting warmth,
Does true love bloom, it can't quite grasp,
This world's a winding path,
Where few find lasting warmth.
Does true love bloom, it can't quite grasp.

Bound by lies, in dawn's deceit,
And shadows falling at the day's retreat,
No kindness shown, no helping hand,
A rare and fading strand.

A virtuous heart, a gem so rare,
One in a million, beyond compare.
But who will hold it, near and true?

This world's a kite, of shifting hue,
A dance of colors, ever new.
Who holds the string, who guides its flight?
This world's a kite, of shifting hue.
Who knows the hand, in fading light?