jivan ki kitabo per jo bhi likho kuch bhi na rahega
zindagi ek dariya bahta hai behta hai
bahta hi rahega zindagi ek khawab hai
khawab nahi to hakikat bhi nahi

khusbu ki tamnna hai pehle kanto se lado
phulo se nahi phulo ki mahak se
apne ko bhelane vale khilte phol bhate hai
murjhane par kya hoga

meri mehfil me saaj chedte hai geet bajte hai pair thirkte hai
duniya ki dulat barasti hai jab mera husan pighlata hai
husan ko benakab karne vale tera kadam ladkhadaya hai
ladkhadata rahega jivan ki kitabo per jo bhi likho
kuch bhi na rahega

Upon life's pages, whatever script you trace,
Vanishes, a breath in endless space.
Life, a river, in perpetual flow,
Forever surging, where the currents go.
A dream, this life, a fleeting, tender guise,
If not a dream, then truth itself denies.

Desire the scent, the fragrance to embrace?
First, wage the war against the thorny space.
Not with the bloom, but with its whispered grace,
Those who soothe themselves with petals bright,
Will they still love when fading takes its light?

Within my hall, the instruments ignite,
Songs arise, and feet begin to flight.
The world's wealth pours when beauty starts to melt,
That beauty, bare, a stumble you have felt.
Forever stumbling, on the path we tread,
Upon life's pages, all will soon be dead.