rahe lahrake hamse kahti hai tum chalte jao
mosam kahta hai thahro phulo se to milte jao
ham hai diwane
wo rasta ho ya manjil wo dariya ho ya sahil
sabse anjane ham hai sabse begane
ham chale ye dil hame hai le chala jaha
aaj ham yaha hai kal na jane ho kaha

rahe lahrake hamse kahti hai tum chalte jao
mosam kahta hai thahro phulo se to milte jao
ham hai diwane
wo rasta ho ya manjil wo dariya ho ya sahil
sabse anjane ham hai sabse begane
ham chale ye dil hame hai le chala jaha
aaj ham yaha hai kal na jane ho kaha

ham pe najaro ne nadiyo ke dharo ne hai ye pucha
bolo kya hai tamnna
hamse baharo ne nadiyo ne taro ne hai ye pucha he
tumhe kisko hai milna
ham hai diwane
apna to hai ye kahna hamko hai yuhi rahna
harpal hamko hai masti ki lahro me bahna
ham chale ye dil hame hai le chala jaha
aaj ham yaha hai kal na jane ho kaha

dilkash nigaho ke chandan si baho ke mele ghere
ham pe wo ghere tode
ho chandani chaye to rato me sapno ke lage mele
hamne wo mele chode
ham hai diwane
hai apna dil awara ghume ban ke banjara
dil hai awara lekin hamko to hai pyara
ham chale ye dil hame hai le chala jaha
aaj ham yaha hai kal na jane ho kaha

The winding paths whisper, "Journey on, go forth!"
The season murmurs, "Linger, with the blooms embrace!"
We are the mad ones.

Whether road or destination, ocean deep or shore,
Unknown to all, estranged from every space.
Our hearts propel us onward, leading us afar,
Here we stand today, tomorrow, who knows where?

The winding paths whisper, "Journey on, go forth!"
The season murmurs, "Linger, with the blooms embrace!"
We are the mad ones.

Whether road or destination, ocean deep or shore,
Unknown to all, estranged from every space.
Our hearts propel us onward, leading us afar,
Here we stand today, tomorrow, who knows where?

The sights, the rivers' currents, they all have asked,
"What longing burns within your soul?"
The springs, the rivers, the stars, their query cascaded,
"Whom do you seek to make whole?"
We are the mad ones.

Our truth, we declare: to remain as we are,
To be swept away always by the tides of glee.
Our hearts propel us onward, leading us afar,
Here we stand today, tomorrow, who knows where?

Enchanting gazes, the sandalwood embrace,
Fairs of arms, they sought to bind, to keep us near,
We shattered those chains.
When moonlight bathed the nights, and dreams bloomed in their place,
We left those fairs, no longer would we be here.
We are the mad ones.

Our hearts, they roam, vagrant, in a nomad's guise,
Though wanderers they are, yet precious they appear.
Our hearts propel us onward, leading us afar,
Here we stand today, tomorrow, who knows where?