kisi gul ki ye kismat hai
ke vo sehre me sajta hai
kisi ko koi apne yar ki
turbat pe rakhata hai
ek se phool gulistan me khila karte hai
fir bhi har phool ki takdir juda hoti hai
fir bhi har phool ki takdir juda hoti hai
ek se chehre ek se chehre haye ek se chehre
yaha sabko mila karte hai
fir bhi har chehre ki tasver juda hoti hai
fir bhi har chehre ki tasver juda hoti hai

kafas me band hai koi to koi ashiyane me
to koi ashiyane me nahi dekha koi
azad humne is zamane me to hamne is zamane me
jise bhi humne dekha paresha hal dekha
garaj ke har jagah pe bicha ek jaal dekha
ek si kaid me sab log jiya karte hai
fir bhi har kaidi ki zanjeer juda hoti hai
ek se phool ek se phool gulistan me khila karte hai
fir bhi har phool ki takdir juda hoti hai
fir bhi har phool ki takdir juda hoti hai

yahi sab ki kahani hai yahi sab ka fasana hai
yahi sab ka fasana hai koi dolat ka hai ashiq
koi shohrat ka diwana hai koi shohrat ka diwana hai
ese hasrat hai koi use arman koi
tamannao se khali nahi insan koi
ek se khwab nigaho me basa karte hai
fir bhi har khwab ki tabir juda hoti hai
ek se phool ek se phool ek se phool
ek se phool gulistan me khila karte hai
fir bhi har phool ki takdir juda hoti hai
fir bhi har phool ki takdir juda hoti hai
fir bhi har phool ki takdir juda hoti hai
fir bhi har phool ki

Some blooms are fated for desert sands,
To adorn a bride, a fleeting, sunlit grace.
Some, for a lover's tomb, a tender hand,
A silent vigil in that sacred space.
One garden blooms, yet fates diverge and part,
Each fragile petal etched with its own art.

Like faces, mirrored, in this crowded sphere,
We gather close, a tapestry untold.
Yet every visage holds a truth held dear,
A whispered secret, brave and yet so old.
Each face unique, a story to impart,
Each soul's reflection, woven in the heart.

Some caged, some sheltered, in a gilded nest,
While others roam, unburdened and unbound.
Yet in this world, I've seen unrest expressed,
And nets of sorrow cast on every ground.
We live as prisoners, though freedoms seem,
But every chain reveals a different dream.
One garden blooms, yet fates diverge and part,
Each fragile petal etched with its own art.

This is the tale that echoes through the night,
A universal song, a whispered plea.
Some chase the wealth, consumed by its bright light,
While others yearn for fame's decree.
Each soul is driven by a hidden fire,
By longings burning, fueling their desire.
We share the dreams that dance within our eyes,
Yet each dream's meaning holds a new surprise.
One garden blooms, yet fates diverge and part,
Each fragile petal etched with its own art.
Each fragile petal etched with its own art.
Each fragile petal etched with its own art.