ye cycle ka chakkar kabhi aage kabhi pichhe
ye cycle ka chakkar kabhi aage kabhi pichhe
kabhi pichhe kabhi aage kabhi aage kabhi pichhe
ye cycle ka chakkar kabhi aage kabhi pichhe

kabhi pichhe kabhi aage kabhi aage kabhi pichhe
ye cycle ka chakkar kabhi aage kabhi pichhe
chakkar na chalao bolo ji kaha the kal se be kal the
fir kyo nahi aaye royi mai kaleja mal ke
arey jara hal ke hole na samjh mujhko
sab dekh mai aakhiya miche

kabhi pichhe kabhi aage kabhi aage kabhi pichhe
ye cycle ka chakkar kabhi aage kabhi pichhe
kuch samjhe sanam hum kyu milte hai chhip chhip har
kyu dilbar aashik hai tere lekin fir bhi hai tere naukar
kahte hai jokar ek bar idhar ko dete hai dil
ek bar udhar ko khiche
kabhi pichhe kabhi aage kabhi aage kabhi pichhe
ye cycle ka chakkar kabhi aage kabhi pichhe

yaha pyar vaha sab milte hai hhub se o kis dhub se
chhoto se bade milte hai jale matlab aji kab se
humne to dilbar dekha is nil gagan ke niche
kabhi pichhe kabhi aage kabhi aage kabhi pichhe
ye cycle ka chakkar kabhi aage kabhi pichhe
ye cycle ka chakkar kabhi aage kabhi pichhe
kabhi pichhe kabhi aage kabhi aage kabhi pichhe
ye cycle ka chakkar kabhi aage kabhi pichhe

The cycle spins, now forward, now receding,
The cycle spins, now forward, now receding,
Backward, forward, onward, then retreating,
The cycle spins, now forward, now receding.

Backward, forward, onward, then retreating,
The cycle spins, now forward, now receding.
Don't spin the wheel, tell me, where were you, yesterday?
Lost in time, you were gone, and I wept, clutching my heart.
Oh, be gentle, don't mistake me for naive,
I see all, though my eyes are now sealed.

Backward, forward, onward, then retreating,
The cycle spins, now forward, now receding.
Do we understand, my love, why we meet in secret?
Why the beloved is your lover, yet a servant still?
The jester whispers, offering the heart to one side,
Then to the other, it is pulled.
Backward, forward, onward, then retreating,
The cycle spins, now forward, now receding.

Here, love, there, all meet, entwined by a hidden current,
The small and the great converge, consumed by meaning, since when?
I have seen, my love, beneath this indigo sky,
Backward, forward, onward, then retreating,
The cycle spins, now forward, now receding.
The cycle spins, now forward, now receding.
Backward, forward, onward, then retreating,
The cycle spins, now forward, now receding.