man ke darpan me dekhe hai kitne rang jiwan ke
man ke darpan me dekhe hai kitne rang jiwan ke
saat sur milke jaise sangit me dhale
phul chun chun ke jaise gulshan koi khile
man ke darpan me dekhe hai kitne rang jiwan ke

pal me badal hai, pal me kirne hai
bhor hai sanjh hai kabhi
ek pal man niraash hai aash hai kabhi
pal me muskan, pal me hairan pyar hai
bair hai kabhi, log apne hai ek pal, gair hai kabhi
pal ye kab jaane din bane
jane kaise din badale saal me
ugliyo pe gine agar yu to
saal bhi gujare hai kai
pichhe mudke jo dekhe ek baar
aaj bhi yaad hai sabhi

yaado ke sath, khawab ke silsile chale
bite har pal ke rang, har khawab me mile
man ke darpan me dekhe hai kitne rang jiwan ke
man ke darpan me dekhe hai kitne rang jiwan ke

bin ladkpan ke manchalepan ke
kitne masum the sabhi
ab hai afsos laut ke aayenge nahi
pal do pal ke hai, sare ehsaas
pal do pal ki hai zindagi
rishte nate bhi khel hai pal do pal ke hi
bahti nadiya ke dhaar ke jaisi
har khusi aani jani hai
saanse jab tak hai chal rahi
dhadkano me jab tak rawani hai
ek roshan deeye ki lau jaisi
zindagi ki kahani hai, zindagi ki kahani hai
aandhiyo me bhi zindagi ki ye lau chale
saanso ki lay par umar ki dasta chale

In the mirror of the heart, I’ve seen the hues of life unfold,
In the mirror of the heart, a kaleidoscope of stories told.
Seven notes unite, a symphony they weave,
Like blossoms gathered, a garden to believe.
In the mirror of the heart, the colors of life I hold.

Moments of cloud, moments of sun's embrace,
Dawn and dusk dance, in time and space.
Despair one breath, hope the next,
A smile appears, then love perplexed.
Love, hate intertwined, friends become strangers,
Moments fleeting, life's constant changes.
Days transform, years swiftly flee,
Fingers count, the passing of time's decree.
Years have vanished, a multitude,
Looking back, the memories brood.

With memories, dreams endlessly flow,
Each moment's tint, in every dream's glow.
In the mirror of the heart, I’ve seen the hues of life unfold,
In the mirror of the heart, a kaleidoscope of stories told.

Without the mischief of youth's command,
How innocent we were, hand in hand.
Regret now whispers, never to return,
Fleeting moments, lessons we learn.
Feelings, a breath, life's a brief play,
Relationships too, in a moment's sway.
Like a river's current, forever to roam,
Each joy transient, finding a home.
While breath endures, life's rhythm thrives,
In heartbeats' pulse, where the soul survives.
Like a lamp's bright flame, a radiant gleam,
Life's story unfolds, a vibrant dream,
Even in storms, the spirit will rise,
On the rhythm of breath, life's saga lies.