saanso ke taar par, dhadkan ki taal par
dil ki pukar ka, rang bhare pyar ka
git gaya patharo ne, git gaya patharo ne
saanso ke taar par, dhadkan ki taal par
saanso ke taar par, dhadkan ki taal par
dil ki pukar ka, rang bhare pyar ka
git gaya, git gaya patharo ne

pathrile hotho se nikla hai nagma
albela dardila masti bhari jindagi ka
chamake mohabbat ke pailu hazaro
paigam hai bekhudi ka
mausam ke saaz par
mausam ke saaz par mastani gunj me
dil ki pukar ka, rang bhare pyar ka
git gaya, git gaya patharo ne

ai dharti ai ambar yaado ke
vaho ke gunja karenge tarane
apni hi sino ki ye bekarari
dekha karenge zamane
phir dekhi bhin par
phir dekhi bhin par jiwan ki taar par
dil ki pukar ka, rang bhare pyar ka
git gaya, git gaya patharo ne
git gaya patharo ne

Upon the breath's thin thread, the heart's drumbeat,
A song of love, in colors sweet,
The stones have sung, the stones have sung,
Upon the breath's thin thread, the heart's drumbeat.
Upon the breath's thin thread, the heart's drumbeat,
A song of love, in colors sweet,
The stones have sung, the stones have sung.

From stony lips, a melody unfolds,
A wild, aching, joyful life it holds,
Love's facets gleam, a thousandfold,
A message of self-loss, a story told.
Upon the seasons' strings,
In mystic echoes, music sings,
A song of love, in colors sweet,
The stones have sung, the stones have sung.

O Earth, O Sky, of memories bright,
Their melodies will fill the night,
Our own breasts' restless, yearning plight,
Shall be witnessed by the world's keen sight.
Then seen again, in dawn's first light,
Upon life's vibrant, endless flight,
A song of love, in colors sweet,
The stones have sung, the stones have sung.
The stones have sung.