zardozi lamhe odh ke dil
gham sare peechhe chhod ke dil
behne de hawaon mein jo behna chahta hai
kehne de suroor mein jo kehna chahta hai
naya nahi lekin naya lage ye din
naya nahi lekin naya lage ye din
zardozi lamhe odh ke dil

koi kachhi umra ka dil mein jo malal tha
aaj kahin wo kho gaya
khushi aur zindagi dono ek ho gayi
toota ho jaise dayara
jalne de jo lau dilon ki jalna chahti hai
chalne de yu neend mein wo chalna chahti hai
naya nahi lekin naya lage ye din
naya nahi lekin naya lage ye din
zardozi lamhe odh ke dil

aankhon ki munder se dil ke aasman tak
koi nahin hai teesrakhwabon ki waadiyan khwabon ke mor hain
khwabon ki hai aab-o-hawa
khone de yu khwab mein jo khona chahta hai
hone de dhuan dhuan jo hona chahta hai
naya nahi lekin naya lage ye din
naya nahi lekin naya lage ye din
zardozi lamhe odh ke dil

khali ho gaya hai dil
bhar gayi hain dhadkane
sazish hai ya hai ye saza
chal tez thi magar
peechhe reh gaye kadam
aakhir hai kya ye maazra
thagne de yu zindagi jo thagna chahti hai
lagne de jo chot dil pe lagna chahti hai
naya nahi lekin naya lage ye din
naya nahi lekin naya lage ye din

zardozi lamhe odh ke dil
gham sare peechhe chhod ke dil
behne de hawaon mein jo behna chahta hai
kehne de suroor mein jo kehna chahta hai
naya nahi lekin naya lage ye din
naya nahi lekin naya lage ye din
zardozi lamhe odh ke dil

Wrapped in gold, my heart, a shimmering guise,
Leaving sorrows, a forgotten prize.
Let it flow, as the wind desires,
Let it speak, fueled by inner fires.
Not new, yet new, this day appears,
Not new, yet new, dispelling fears.
Wrapped in gold, my heart, throughout the years.

A tender heart, once burdened with despair,
Now lost somewhere, beyond compare.
Joy and life, entwined as one,
The circle broken, the race is run.
Let the flames within the heart ignite,
Let it wander, in dreams of night.
Not new, yet new, this day's embrace,
Not new, yet new, in time and space.
Wrapped in gold, my heart, with grace.

From eyes' embrace, to the soul's domain,
No other presence, in sun and rain.
Dream's valleys, peacocks of the mind,
Dream's essence, of every kind.
Let it vanish, in dream's deep hold,
Let smoke arise, a story told.
Not new, yet new, this dawn's delight,
Not new, yet new, shining bright.
Wrapped in gold, my heart, taking flight.

The heart is bare, at long last free,
Filled with pulses, wild and glee.
A plot, or punishment, the truth untold,
Though swift the pace, the steps grew old.
What is this dance, this mystery?
Let life deceive, as life will be,
Let wounds be felt, upon the soul,
Not new, yet new, making us whole.
Not new, yet new, beyond control.

Wrapped in gold, my heart, a shining gleam,
Leaving sorrows, a fading dream.
Let it flow, as the winds command,
Let it speak, throughout the land.
Not new, yet new, the day's rebirth,
Not new, yet new, upon the earth.
Wrapped in gold, my heart, for its worth.