har ek muskurahat muskan nahi hoti
nafrat ho ya mohabbat aasan nahi hoti
aansu khushi ke gham ke hote hai ek jaise
aansu khushi ke gham ke hote hai ek jaise
in aansuo ki koi pehchan nahi hoti
han har ek muskurahat muskan nahi hoti
nafrat ho ya mohabbat aasan nahi hoti

har bat hai wahi par matlab badal gaye hai
dil dagmaga gaya tha par ham sambhal gaye hai
aise bhi aate hai din jite hai log lekin
aise bhi aate hai din jite hai log lekin
hota hai aur sab kuch par jan nahi hoti
han har ek muskurahat muskan nahi hoti
nafrat ho ya mohabbat aasan nahi hoti

hote hai is jahan mein chehre bhi ek jaise
ghunghat bhi ek jaise sehre bhi ek jaise
sab janti hai nazrein pehchanti hai nazrein
sab janti hai nazrein pehchanti hai nazrein
apni parayi surat anjan nahi hoti
ha har ek muskurahat muskan nahi hoti
nafrat ho ya mohabbat aasan nahi hoti

kya cheez hai yeh dil bhi ho jaye jab akela
rehta hai sath iske yadon ka ek mela
duniya bhi chhut jaye har aas tut jaye
duniya bhi chhut jaye har aas tut jaye
mehfil kabhi yeh dil ki viran nahi hoti
aansu khushi ke gham ke hote hai ek jaise
aansu khushi ke gham ke hote hai ek jaise
in aansuo ki koi pehchan nahi hoti
han har ek muskurahat muskan nahi hoti
nafrat ho ya mohabbat aasan nahi hoti

Not every smile is joy's true guise,
Nor hate, nor love, a simple prize.
Tears of joy and sorrow's sting,
Look the same, no difference sing.
In those tears, no truth resides,
No label for where feeling hides.
Not every smile is joy's true guise,
Nor hate, nor love, a simple prize.

The words remain, the meaning shifts,
The heart did falter, courage gifts.
Days arrive where life is spent,
Yet all exists, the soul unbent.
Not every smile is joy's true guise,
Nor hate, nor love, a simple prize.

In this world, faces mirror,
Veils the same, and crowns appear.
Eyes see all, eyes truly know,
What is strange, and what does grow.
No unknown face in what we see,
A familiar soul, eternally.
Not every smile is joy's true guise,
Nor hate, nor love, a simple prize.

What is this heart, when left alone,
A carnival of memories shown.
When worlds depart, and hopes all cease,
This heart's feast, finds no release.
Tears of joy and sorrow's grace,
Look the same, in time and space.
In those tears, no truth resides,
No label for where feeling hides.
Not every smile is joy's true guise,
Nor hate, nor love, a simple prize.