man ke panchhi kahi dur chal dur chal
is chaman me to apna gujara nahi
ber ki hai dgar ber ka hai ngar
sans lene ka bhi ab sahara nahi
man ke panchhi kahi

koi hum do nahi na wfadar hai
zindagi ab to jine se bezar hai
koi hum do nahi na wfadar hai
zindagi ab to jine se bezar hai
gam ke tufan hai jis taraf dekhiye
aur tufa me koi kinara nahi
man ke panchhi kahi dur chal dur chal
is chaman me to apna gujara nahi
man ke panchhi kahi

humne dekhe yaha ptharo ke sanam
pujkar bhi jinhe hum to pachhtaye hai
humne dekhe yaha ptharo ke sanam
pujkar bhi jinhe hum to pachhtaye hai
zindagi ke liye hath falaye hum
aisa jina to humko gwara nahi
man ke panchhi kahi dur chal dur chal
is chaman me to apna gujara nahi
man ke panchhi kahi

ye zami berham aasma par sitam
in hado se bhi aage nikal jaye hum
ye zami berham aasma par sitam
in hado se bhi aage nikal jaye hum
aasmano pe bhagwan bhi khamosh hai
aisi kismat hai koi hamara nahi
man ke panchhi kahi dur chal dur chal
is chaman me to apna gujara nahi
man ke panchhi kahi dur chal dur chal
is chaman me to apna gujara nahi
ber ki hai dgar ber ka hai ngar
sans lene ka bhi ab sahara nahi
man ke panchhi kahi

Soul bird, fly far, fly far away,
This garden holds no solace for you.
A path of thorns, a town of blight,
No comfort found in breath anew.
Soul bird, fly far.

No loyalty, no true companion near,
Life itself now a burden we bear.
No loyalty, no true companion near,
Life itself now a burden we bear.
Storms of sorrow on every side,
In this tempest, no shore to share.
Soul bird, fly far, fly far away,
This garden holds no solace for you.
Soul bird, fly far.

We have witnessed idols of stone,
Worshipped and yet, our lives are a plea.
We have witnessed idols of stone,
Worshipped and yet, our lives are a plea.
For life itself, we stretch out our hands,
Such a life, we cannot agree.
Soul bird, fly far, fly far away,
This garden holds no solace for you.
Soul bird, fly far.

This heartless earth, this sky of spite,
Beyond these bounds, let us flee to the light.
This heartless earth, this sky of spite,
Beyond these bounds, let us flee to the light.
Even in heaven, the gods are mute,
Such is our fate, we cannot see.
Soul bird, fly far, fly far away,
This garden holds no solace for you.
Soul bird, fly far, fly far away,
This garden holds no solace for you.
A path of thorns, a town of blight,
No comfort found in breath anew.
Soul bird, fly far.