ajab hai ye duniya ajab zindagi hai
kahi hai andhera kahi roshani hai
abhi jal raha hai chirage mohabbat
abhi hasrato ki chita jal rahi hai
ajab hai ye duniya ajab zindagi hai
kahi hai andhera kahi roshani hai

na dekhe jaha me koi khawab kal ka
yaha to bharosa nahi ek pal ka
na dekhe jaha me koi khawab kal ka
yaha to bharosa nahi ek pal ka
yaha har nazara ghadi do ghadi hai
kahi hai andhera kahi roshani hai
abhi jal raha hai chirage mohabbat
abhi hasrato ki chita jal rahi hai

koi karwa se zuda ho gaya hai koi
rah ki graj me kho gaya hai
na jane kaha se ye aandhi chali hai
kahi hai andhera kahi roshani hai
abhi jal raha hai chirage mohabbat
abhi hasrato ki chita jal rahi hai

harek humsafar hai kadam do
kadam ka nahi hai yaha koi sathi janam ka
harek humsafar hai kadam do
kadam ka nahi hai yaha koi sathi janam ka
yaha har kadam ek manjil nayi hai
kahi hai andhera kahi roshani hai
ajab hai ye duniya ajab zindagi hai
kahi hai andhera kahi roshani hai
abhi jal raha hai chirage mohabbat
abhi hasrato ki chita jal rahi hai

Strange is this world, a life so strange,
Where shadows dance, and light does range.
The lamp of love still brightly gleams,
While pyres of longing fan their flames.
Strange is this world, a life so strange,
Where shadows dance, and light does range.

No dream of tomorrow can be found,
Here, faith in moments slips unbound.
No dream of tomorrow can be found,
Here, faith in moments slips unbound.
Each vista fades, a fleeting hour,
Where shadows dance, and light has power.
The lamp of love still brightly gleams,
While pyres of longing fan their flames.

Some leave the caravan's long way,
Some lost, consumed, in path's sway.
From whence this storm, its furious flight?
Where shadows dance, and light has might.
The lamp of love still brightly gleams,
While pyres of longing fan their flames.

Each fellow traveler, step by step,
No lifetime friend, no hand to grip.
Each fellow traveler, step by step,
No lifetime friend, no hand to grip.
Each stride unveils a different shore,
Where shadows dance, and light explore.
Strange is this world, a life so strange,
Where shadows dance, and light does range.
The lamp of love still brightly gleams,
While pyres of longing fan their flames.