mai adhuri si ek udasi hu
mai khwab hu ya khwab ki pyasi hu
mai adhuri si ek udasi hu
mai khwab hu ya khwab ki pyasi hu
bhure bhure badalo ke piche se aye kabhi
cheete udaye kabhi pani ka gola hai
aankho me ghola hai koi mera koi
mai adhuri si ek udasi hu

khushbu si nikalti hai tan se jaise koi guzre badan pe
khushbu si nikalti hai tan se jaise koi guzre badan pe
sanso se utarega shayad kabhi kabhi vo
bhure bhure badalo ke piche se aye kabhi
cheete udaye kabhi aankho ka sapna hai
bole to apna hai koi mera koi
mai adhuri si ek udasi hu

aasama ka kona ek utha ke chumta hai neend se jaga ke
aasama ka kona ek utha ke chumta hai neend se jaga ke
chand se utarega shayad kabhi kabhi vo
bhure bhure badalo ke piche se aye kabhi
cheete udaye kabhi aankho ka sapna hai
bole to apna hai koi mera koi
mai adhuri si ek udasi hu
mai khwab hu ya khwab ki pyasi hu
bhure bhure badalo ke piche se aye kabhi
cheete udaye kabhi pani ka gola hai
aankho me ghola hai koi mera koi

I am a sorrow, incomplete and vast,
A dream I am, or thirsting for the past.
I am a sorrow, incomplete and deep,
A dream I am, or secrets I would keep.

From behind the clouds of ochre hue,
He comes, in droplets, born anew,
He casts a spell, a watery sphere,
And in my eyes, a presence, ever near.
I am a sorrow, incomplete, and true.

A fragrance rises, from my skin it streams,
As if a touch, through flesh, now brightly gleams.
A scent of him, from breath, perhaps descends,
And sometimes, softly, my soul transcends.
From behind the clouds of ochre hue,
He comes, in droplets, born anew,
He splashes, a dream within my gaze,
And speaks as mine, in myriad ways.
I am a sorrow, incomplete, and true.

He lifts a corner, of the sky above,
And wakes me gently, whispering of love.
From the moon's embrace, he might descend,
And sometimes, softly, my soul transcends.
From behind the clouds of ochre hue,
He comes, in droplets, born anew,
He splashes, a dream within my gaze,
And speaks as mine, in myriad ways.
I am a sorrow, incomplete, and true.
A dream I am, or thirsting for the past.
From behind the clouds of ochre hue,
He comes, in droplets, born anew,
He casts a spell, a watery sphere,
And in my eyes, a presence, ever near.