aasman kitna sara tha aasman, jispe humne tha sab dhara
pair badal pe tha aaya, rasta hum the paani ka rasta
na kisi se bhi vasta, dhoop the hum hi the saaya
dhuaa aisa utha, taro se tut ke gira
kuwa aisa bana, rassi se chhut ke gira

rasta pani ka tha jo rasta, ud gaya banke bhap sa
mera dhundhla hua saaya
aasman kitna sara tha aasman, mit gaya kachche khwab sa
raat ne mera dil khaya
dhuaa aisa utha, taro se tut ke gira
kuwa aisa bana, rassi se chhut ke gira
jal jal ke mudna aur dar dar ke udna hua, kyu hua
bach bach ke chalna kehna koi sach na hua, kyu hua

hua naraz sa shako se chhut ke gira
jua har saans ka aankho me keel sa gada
dhuaa aisa utha, taro se tut ke gira
kuwa aisa bana, rassi se chhut ke gira

So much sky, the sky we knew,
Where all we held, descended through.
Our feet upon a cloud did tread,
The watery path, the path we led.
No bond remained, no ties to bind,
Sunlight we were, shadow behind.
Smoke arose, a final plea,
Shattered stars fell down to me.
A well appeared, so dark and deep,
From broken rope, it fell asleep.

The water's path, a fading trace,
Vanished, vapor in its place.
My shadow blurred, a weakened gleam,
So much sky, a shattered dream.
The night devoured my weary heart,
Smoke arose, torn worlds apart.
A well appeared, a hollow sound,
From broken rope, it hit the ground.
To burn and bend, to fear and fly,
Why must this be, and why?
To walk with care, to speak no truth,
Why did this happen, in my youth?

From branches, anger did descend,
Each breath, a nail, on which I bend.
Smoke arose, from fires within,
Shattered stars and broken skin.
A well appeared, the final stage,
From broken rope, a timeless cage.