kya na mila ye hisab
ab to man na mila na chahe
kya na mila
antar ki chhara mein jyoti mein
aaj baansuri baaje
kya na mila
pyar kiya tha is dharti se
pyar kiya tha
pyar kiya tha is dharti se
pyar kiya tha
baar baar ve yaade aayi man mein
kitne basnto mein dakhin hawaye
bhari meri dali mein
kya na mila

naino ka jal ant sthal mein
rahe kabhi hariday mein
vytha ke ras se wo chupke chupke
sadhana saphal kare
sadhana kabhi kabhi
phir bhi tute the taar
kaun kare ab uska vichar
kabhi kabhi phir bhi tute the taar
kaun kare ab uska vichar
sur to lage the phir bhi baar baar
aaj wahin samardhi radhi
kya na mila ye hisab
ab toman na milana chahe
kya na mila

The reckoning of what was lost,
Now the heart itself is estranged,
What was never found?

In the shadow of the inner self, in the light,
A flute now plays,
What was never found?

Love I gave this earth,
Love I gave,
Love I gave this earth,
Love I gave.

Again and again, those memories rise,
In how many springs, the southern winds
Filled my branch with sighs?
What was never found?

The water of the eyes within the core,
Remains within the heart's deep space,
With the essence of sorrow, silently, secretly,
The practice succeeds.

The practice, sometimes,
Yet the strings break,
Who now will ponder it?
Sometimes yet the strings break,
Who now will ponder it?

The notes, they resonated still, again and again,
Today, that same prosperity thrives.

The reckoning of what was lost,
Now the heart itself refuses
What was never found?