patthar kaha geya kabhi sisha kaha geya
patthar kaha geya kabhi sisha kaha geya
dil jaisi ek cheej ko kya kya kaha geya
patthar kaha geya kabhi sisha kaha geya

shero me uske husan ko kya kya kaha geya
shero me uske husan ko kya kya kaha geya
badal ko julf phool ko chehra kaha geya
badal ko julf phool ko chehra kaha geya
dil jaisi ek cheej ko kya kya kaha geya
patthar kaha geya kabhi sisha kaha geya

socho to yh bhi ek kafas hi to hai jise
socho to yh bhi ek kafas hi to hai jise
tehjeeb ki juban me kamra kaha geya
dil jaisi ek cheej ko kya kya kaha geya
patthar kaha geya kabhi sisha kaha geya

ek baat ?se bahar thi jo use
ek baat ?se bahar thi jo use
kis khubhsurati se tamana kaha geya
kis khubhsurati se tamana kaha geya
dil jaisi ek cheej ko kya kya kaha geya
patthar ka geyhaa kabhi sisha kaha geya

hairat hai un ki avaj me mahobat kaha geya
hairat hai un ki avaj me mahobat kaha geya
mujh se gunahkar ko apna kaha geya
mujh se gunahkar ko apna kaha geya
dil jaisi ek cheej ko kya kya kaha geya
patthar ka geyhaa kabhi sisha kaha geya
dil jaisi ek cheej ko kya kya kaha geya
patthar ka geyhaa kabhi sisha kaha geya

Stone, they called it once, then glass, a fleeting guise,
Stone, they called it once, then glass, a shifting prize,
What names they draped upon a heart's soft sighs?
Stone, they called it once, then glass, before my eyes.

In poems, beauty, what bright words unfurled,
In poems, beauty, in a painted world,
The cloud, her hair, the flower, her face, pearl,
What names they draped upon a heart, un-pearled?
Stone, they called it once, then glass, a world.

Consider, too, this cage we call our own,
Consider, too, this cage, a life half-known,
In cultured tongue, a room, a seed is sown,
What names they draped upon a heart, alone?
Stone, they called it once, then glass, a stone.

A truth beyond all words, a whispered plea,
A truth beyond all words, for you and me,
How beautifully they named it, "Destiny,"
How beautifully they named it, Destiny,
What names they draped upon a heart, to be?
Stone, they called it once, then glass, so free.

Amazement blooms: from his voice, love's soft art,
Amazement blooms: from his voice, a brand new start,
To this sinner, 'mine,' he gave his heart,
To this sinner, 'mine,' he gave his part,
What names they draped upon a heart, apart?
Stone, they called it once, then glass, a work of art.
What names they draped upon a heart, so true?
Stone, they called it once, then glass, anew.