ek bajaaraa gaae, jivan ke git sunaae
ham sab jine vaalo ko jine ki raah bataae

zamaane vaalo kitaab-e-gam me
khushi kaa koi fasaanaa dhundho
ho o o o aankho me aansu bhi aae
vo aakar muskaae

sabhi ko dekho nahi hotaa hai
nasibaa raushan sitaaro jaisaa
sayaanaa vo hai jo patajhad me bhi
sajaa le gulashan bahaaro jaisaa
ho o o o kaagaz ke phulo ko bhi
jo mahakaa kar dikhalaae

A nomad sings, his life a whispered plea,
A song of living, for all of you and me.

Seek in the book of sorrow, time's cruel art,
A tale of joy, a flicker in the heart.
Oh...Though tears may fall, a smile will rise,
And love will bloom before our very eyes.

Not everyone is blessed with fate's bright gleam,
Like stars that dance and glitter in a dream.
The wise embrace the autumn's fading grace,
And paint a garden in that desolate space.
Oh...And paper blooms, by touch and gentle art,
He makes them fragrant, capturing the heart.