udte panchi aasman se bhi dhundhte hai aashiyan
behti nadiya behti ho kahi, sath chalta kinara
hai apna dil toh awara, na mange sahara
badal hai yeh banjara, barse jab chahe jaha

aate jate dil se dillagi ho bhi jati hai yaha
sathi jab ho darta hai yuhi, karta fir yu bahana
hai apna dil toh awara, na mange sahara
badal hai yeh banjara, barse jab chahe jaha

rozana ki zindagi dhundati hai tazgi
kaid se aazad ho be-fikari jina dil chahe
mange woh jo na mili, chahe baate kuch nayi
hasil karna chahe woh, jo hai dur hath na aaye
hai apna dil toh awara, hai apna dil toh awara

bewakufi karte hai sabhi jane kyu bewajah
dil ki baate sari betuki, maano toh hai pachhtana
hai apna dil toh awara, na mange sahara
badal hai yeh banjara, barse jab chahe jaha

The soaring birds, from heavens high, seek nests unseen,
And flowing rivers, ever on their way, a shore's embrace,
Our hearts, they wander free, they ask no helping hand,
Like clouds, a vagrant's plea, they pour where they may chase.

Love’s fleeting touch, a dalliance, through hearts it runs,
Though fear may grip companions, excuses they may feign,
Our hearts, they wander free, they ask no helping hand,
Like clouds, a vagrant's plea, they pour where they may reign.

Each day, a life that seeks a freshness new,
To break the chains, to live, unfettered and serene,
It yearns for what's denied, for whispers of the dawn,
To grasp what’s distant, dreams forever keen.
Our hearts, they wander free, they wander free.

Fools we are, in ways we cannot see,
The heart's own words, a senseless jest, a cause to weep,
Our hearts, they wander free, they ask no helping hand,
Like clouds, a vagrant's plea, they pour where they may keep.