niche jami upar gagan
niche jami upar gagan
us se bhi upar hai kya
socho kabhi tum jara
ab tak koi samjha nahi
ab tak koi samjha nahi
samjhoge kaisa bhala
diwana hona hai kya
niche jami upar gagan
us se bhi upar hai kya
socho kabhi tum jara

kyu ghumti hai jami
kyu ghume ye aasma
jamano se gardish me
sitaro ka ye kaarwan
hoga kaha pe khatam
jaari hai kabse safar
sitaro ki gardish ka hi
hota hai humpe asar
hai suraj kai kai chandrma
sitaro se aage hai kya
socho kabhi tum jara
ab tak koi samjha nahi
samjhoge kaisa bhala
diwana hona hai kya

jara dekhiye soch kar
kyu dunia me aaye hai hum
dhundhe mili na khushi
gamo se hi takraye hum
jindagi jitni aage badhi
maut utni karib aa gayi
kashmkash me kati har ghadi
chain milte hi nind aa gayi
agar kashmkash ko jina kahe
to jine ka matlab hai kya
socho kabhi tum jara
ab tak koi samjha nahi
samjhoge kaisa bhala
diwana hona hai kya

hai malik ka ghar kis jagah
jaha se wo dekhe hame
deta hai hamko saja
bura kaam jab bhi kare
pustak wo kitni badi
likhe naam sabke jaha
isharo se uske chale jiwan ka har karwa
banaye wahi mitaye wahi
insa ki hasti hai kya
socho kabhi tum jara
ab tak koi samjha nahi
samjhoge kaisa bhala
diwana hona hai kya

Beneath, the earth, above, the sky,
Beneath, the earth, above, the sky,
And what lies even higher still?
Ponder this, if you will.
No one has grasped it yet,
No one has understood it yet.
How then can you hope to know?
Is madness the way to go?
Beneath, the earth, above, the sky,
And what lies even higher still?
Ponder this, if you will.

Why does the earth revolve?
Why does the heavens swirl and weave?
For ages, in endless rounds,
This caravan of stars, it seems.
Where will it find its end?
When did this journey commence?
The turning of the stars, you see,
Exerts its influence on me.
With suns and moons in countless throng,
Beyond the stars, what lies along?
Ponder this, if you will.
No one has grasped it yet.
How then can you hope to know?
Is madness the way to go?

Reflect, and look within,
Why did we enter this world of sin?
Sought, but never found true glee,
Against sorrows, we, did decree.
Life advanced, each passing day,
Closer to death, we made our way.
In turmoil, each moment flew,
Rest arrived, and sleep ensued.
If struggle is to be called life,
Then what is the meaning of strife?
Ponder this, if you will.
No one has grasped it yet.
How then can you hope to know?
Is madness the way to go?

Where is the Master's dwelling place?
From where does He gaze on our race?
He punishes, we all agree,
When we commit a wrong, you see.
A great book, eternally,
Writing down all names, so fully.
By His signs, life's course is led,
Every caravan has its tread.
He creates, He destroys, it's true,
What is the essence of me and you?
Ponder this, if you will.
No one has grasped it yet.
How then can you hope to know?
Is madness the way to go?