kal bhi man akela tha aaj bhi akela hai
kal bhi man akela tha aaj bhi akela hai
kal bhi man akela tha aaj bhi akela hai
jaane meri kismat ne kaisa khel khela hai
kal bhi man akela tha aaj bhi akela hai
kal bhi man akela tha aaj bhi akela hai

dhundhte ho tum khusbu kagaze ghulabo me
dhundhte ho tum khusbu kagaze ghulabo me
pyaar sirf milta hai aaj kal kitabon me
pyaar sirf milta hai aaj kal kitaabon me
dhundhte ho tum khusbu kagaze ghulabo me
pyaar sirf milta hai aaj kal kitaabon me
rishte naate jhuthe hain swarth ka jhamela hai
jaane meri kismat ne kaisa khel khela hai
kal bhi man akela tha aaj bhi akela hai
kal bhi man akela tha aaj bhi akela hai

zindgi ke mandap me har khushi kuwari hai
zindgi ke mandap me har khushi kuwari hai
kisse maangne jaaye har koi bhikhari hai
kisse maangne jaaye har koi bhikhari hai
zindgi ke mandap me har khushi kuwari hai
kisse maangne jaaye har koi bhikhari hai
kah kaho ki aankho mein aansuo ka rela hai
jaane meri kismat ne kaisa khel khela hai
kal bhi man akela tha aaj bhi akela hai
kal bhi man akela tha aaj bhi akela hai
jaane meri kismat ne kaisa khel khela hai
kal bhi man akela tha aaj bhi akela hai
kal bhi man akela tha aaj bhi akela hai

Yesterday, the soul was solitary, and still it is.
Yesterday, the soul was solitary, and still it is.
Yesterday, the soul was solitary, and still it is.
Fate, what cruel game have you spun for me?
Yesterday, the soul was solitary, and still it is.
Yesterday, the soul was solitary, and still it is.

You seek the scent in paper roses' frail embrace,
You seek the scent in paper roses' frail embrace.
Love, it is found now only in the written space,
Love, it is found now only in the written space.
You seek the scent in paper roses' frail embrace,
Love, it is found now only in the written space.
False are the ties, a selfish, tangled chase.
Fate, what cruel game have you spun for me?
Yesterday, the soul was solitary, and still it is.
Yesterday, the soul was solitary, and still it is.

Within life's temple, every joy remains a maid,
Within life's temple, every joy remains a maid.
To whom can I turn when all are in the shade?
To whom can I turn when all are in the shade?
Within life's temple, every joy remains a maid,
To whom can I turn when all are in the shade?
A torrent of tears in every eye displayed.
Fate, what cruel game have you spun for me?
Yesterday, the soul was solitary, and still it is.
Yesterday, the soul was solitary, and still it is.
Fate, what cruel game have you spun for me?
Yesterday, the soul was solitary, and still it is.
Yesterday, the soul was solitary, and still it is.