hamari kismat mein jo likha hai
wo aansuo se mita rahe hain
hamari kismat mein jo likha hai
wo aansuo se mita rahe hain
nahin hai koi jahaan mein apna
ye apne dil ko suna rahe hai

bahut machalte the dil ke armaan
bahut machaaye thi shor umangen
bahut machalte the dil ke armaan
bahut machaaye thi shor umangen
bahut machaaye thi shor umangen
sitam se duniya ke tang aakar
sitam se duniya ke tang aakar
wo roti aankhon se jaa rahe hain
hamari kismat mein jo likha hai
wo aansuo se mita rahe hain

chahak rahi thi jo kal chaman mein
wo aaj pinjre mein hai fadakti
chahak rahi thi jo kal chaman mein
wo aaj pinjre mein hai fadakti
wo aaj pinjre mein hai fadakti
sunega teri na koi bulbul
sunega teri na koi bulbul
zamaane waale bata rahe hain
hamari kismat mein jo likha hai
wo aansuo se mita rahe hain

The ink of fate, a script unseen,
We wash away with tears between.
The ink of fate, a script unseen,
We wash away with tears between.
No solace found in this vast sphere,
This truth we whisper in our ear.

Once, desires, a restless tide,
And joyful clamors, deep inside.
Once, desires, a restless tide,
And joyful clamors, deep inside,
Joyful clamors, deep inside,
Weary of the world's harsh sting,
Weary of the world's harsh sting,
We leave, our tear-filled eyes they sing.
The ink of fate, a script unseen,
We wash away with tears between.

That which bloomed within the bloom,
Now trembles in a cage of gloom.
That which bloomed within the bloom,
Now trembles in a cage of gloom,
Now trembles in a cage of gloom,
No ear to hear the nightingale's plea,
No ear to hear the nightingale's plea,
The world, it tells us, cannot be.
The ink of fate, a script unseen,
We wash away with tears between.