oh o o o shisa chahe tut bhi jaye, dil na kisi ka tutne paaye
shisa chahe tut bhi jaye, dil na kisi ka tutne paaye
shisa to fir mil jata hai
dil nahi vo chiz, jo bazar me mil jaye
ye nahi vo phul jo fir, baag me khil jaye
dil nahi vo chiz, jo bazar me mil jaye
ye nahi vo phul jo fir, baag me khil jaye

jao khushi se tum chale jana, ek gujarish kare ye diwana
jao khushi se tum chale jana, ek gujarish kare ye diwana
thahro jara mai hosh me aa lu tukade dil ke chun ke utha lu
na koi tukada tumko kahi chubh jaye
na koi tukada tumko kahi chubh jaye
shisa to fir mil jata hai
dil nahi vo chiz, jo bazar me mil jaye
ye nahi vo phul jo fir, baag me khil jaye
dil nahi vo chiz, jo bazar me mil jaye
ye nahi vo phul jo fir, baag me khil jaye

rukiye jara sa, khud ko sambalu aisa na ho kahi jan gava lu
bas humko to aapka hai gham apna kya rahe na rahe hum
baad me iljaam, tumpe nahi aa jaye
baad me iljaam, tumpe nahi aa jaye
shisa to fir mil jata hai
dil nahi vo chiz, jo bazar me mil jaye
ye nahi vo phul jo fir, baag me khil jaye
shisa chahe tut bhi jaye, dil na kisi ka tutne paaye
shisa to fir mil jata hai
dil nahi vo chiz, jo bazar me mil jaye
ye nahi vo phul jo fir, baag me khil jaye

Though glass may shatter, let no heart be broken,
Though glass may shatter, let no heart be broken.
For glass can be pieced back together,
But a heart is not a trinket to be bought.
Not a bloom that will return to the garden,
A heart is not a trinket to be bought.
Not a bloom that will return to the garden.

Go, depart with joy, if that you must,
A plea I make, a love-struck one, I thrust.
Wait, just a moment, let me gather sense,
To gather fragments, this heart's recompense.
That no shard may wound you on your way,
That no shard may wound you on your way.
For glass can be pieced back together,
But a heart is not a trinket to be bought.
Not a bloom that will return to the garden,
A heart is not a trinket to be bought.
Not a bloom that will return to the garden.

Pause a while, let me compose myself,
Lest I lose my life, upon this shelf.
My grief is for you, though I may fade,
That the blame not on your shoulders be laid.
The blame not on your shoulders be laid.
For glass can be pieced back together,
But a heart is not a trinket to be bought.
Not a bloom that will return to the garden,
Though glass may shatter, let no heart be broken,
For glass can be pieced back together,
But a heart is not a trinket to be bought.
Not a bloom that will return to the garden.