waqt ki aandhi ke aage
jhukte takhto taz
waqt hansaye waqt rulaye
sab kuch waqt ke hath

dekho aaya hai
o dekho aaya hai kaisa zamana
bhai bhai me raha na aaj pyar
dekho aaya hai
o dekho aaya hai kaisa zamana
bhai bhai me raha na aaj pyar
dekho aaya hai kaisa zamana

kitne armano se tune tha ye mahal banaya
tha ye mahal banaya
jisko apna samjha wohi kaam na tere aaya
kaam na tere aaya
bikhar gaye the sare sapne
ujad gaya gharbar, ujad gaya gharbar tera ye
dekho aaya hai
o dekho aaya hai kaisa zamana
bhai bhai me raha na aaj pyar
dekho aaya hai kaisa zamana

jis bagiya ko sincha tune
karta tha rakhwali, karta tha rakhwali
aaj tere hi samne uski
bikhri dali dali, bikhri dali dali
patjhad aaya roye bulbul
gul bhi huya gamsar, gul bhi huya gamsar re malik
dekho aaya hai
o dekho aaya hai kaisa zamana
bhai bhai me raha na aaj pyar
dekho aaya hai kaisa zamana

ab kahe pachhtaye re tu
karta tha mera mera, karta tha mera mera
uth gaya dana pani re, panchhi kar le kahi basera
kar le kahi basera
is duniya me kon hai kiska
sab rishte bekar, rishte hai bekar yaha to
dekho aaya hai
o dekho aaya hai kaisa zamana
bhai bhai me raha na aaj pyar
dekho aaya hai kaisa zamana

Before the wind of time,
Empires fall and crowns decline.
Time can laugh, time can weep,
All within time's keeping.

Behold, it comes,
A season's cruel design.
Brother's love, a fading flame,
Behold, it comes,
A season's cruel design.
Brother's love, a fading flame,
Behold this season's design.

With what hopes you built this hall,
Built this hall of pride.
Those you loved, they failed you all,
Failed you at your side.
All your dreams, they scattered wide,
Home and hearth, now desolate,
Behold, it comes,
A season's cruel design.
Brother's love, a fading flame,
Behold this season's design.

The garden you so cherished,
Guarded with your heart,
Now before your very eyes, it is perished,
Torn apart.
Autumn came, the nightingale weeps,
The rose is now a tear,
Behold, it comes,
A season's cruel design.
Brother's love, a fading flame,
Behold this season's design.

Why now this regret you hold?
Clutching "mine" and "mine" alone.
The food and water, stories told,
Bird must find a new home.
In this world, who truly owns?
All bonds are dust and ash,
Behold, it comes,
A season's cruel design.
Brother's love, a fading flame,
Behold this season's design.