ausar bito jaat praani tero
ausar bito jaat praani tero
ausar bito jaat praani tero
ausar bito jaat
haan is kaal ki heraa-pheri me
is kaal ki heraa-pheri me
is kaal ki heraa-pheri me
tero ausar bito jaat

saath mint guzre gaya ghanta
saath mint guzre gaya ghanta
chaubis me din-raat
pal-pal kar ke teen hot hai
pal-pal kar ke teen hot hai
ik aawat ik jaat praani tero
ik aawat ik jaat praani tero
ausar bito jaat
haan is kaal ki heraa-pheri me
tero ausar bito jaat

chhe ritu milt kar baras hot hai
chhe ritu milt kar baras hot hai
ritu-ritu me dou maas
maas-maas me tees divas hai
maas-maas me tees divas hai
gai sandhyaa aai praat praani tero
gai sandhyaa aai praat praani tero
gai sandhyaa aai praat praani tero
gai sandhyaa aai praat praani tero
ausar bito jaat
haan is kaal ki heraa-pheri me
tero ausar bito jaat

baalakpan gayaa khel gayaa khel-kud me
jauban jubati saath
baalakpan gayaa khel gayaa khel-kud me
jauban jubati saath
briddh bhayo kachhu ban nahi aave
briddh bhayo kachhu ban nahi aave
saupat teraa haath praani tero
ausar bito jaat
haan is kaal ki heraa-pheri me
tero ausar bito jaat

The moments slip, O mortal soul,
The moments slip, a fading scroll.
The moments slip, a fleeting toll,
The moments slip, taking hold.

Lost in time's relentless sway,
Lost in time's ceaseless fray,
Lost in time's turning day,
Your moments slip away.

Sixty minutes fade, an hour's flight,
Sixty minutes fade, into the night.
Twenty-four hours weave day and light,
Moment to moment, a fading sight.
One arrives, one departs, O mortal soul,
One arrives, one departs, losing control,
The moments slip, beyond your goal,
Lost in time's ceaseless scroll,
Your moments slip, to take their toll.

Six seasons merge, a year unfolds,
Six seasons merge, as time beholds,
Each season bears, its story told,
Each month, its thirty days of old.
Evening fades, and morning gleams, O soul,
Evening fades, as shadows stroll,
The moments slip, beyond control,
Lost in time's grasping hole,
Your moments slip, and lose their whole.

Childhood's games, a vanished gleam,
Youth's embrace, a fleeting dream,
Childhood's games, a whispered theme,
Youth's embrace, by love's stream.
Old age arrives, and strength departs,
Old age arrives, the weary starts,
Surrendering all, your beating hearts,
The moments slip, and tear apart,
Lost in time's artistic arts,
Your moments slip, in fading carts.