sach ki hogi jit sada
aur jhuth ki hogi haar
kagaj ke phulo pe kaise
aa sakti hai bahar

jis dil me lagan manjil ki ho
jis dil me lagan manjil ki ho
wo manjil ko pa hi lega
raste ke har kante ko wo
phul bana hi lega
phul bana hi lega

badal garje bijli kadke
tufa shor macahye
manjil ka matwala rahi
aage bhadta jaye
hanste hanste har mushkil
aasan bana hi lega
aasan bana hi lega
jis dil me lagan manjil ki ho
wo manjil ko pa hi lega
raste ke har kante ko wo
phul bana hi lega

dur ho kinara bhale dur ho
kitna wo thaka haara majbur ho
de de jaan par na dare matwala
de de jaan par na dare matwala
isme hi jit mane jit dilwala
jis dil me lagan manjil ki ho
wo manjil ko pa hi lega
raste ke har kante ko wo
phul bana hi lega
phul bana hi lega

Truth's banner waves, a timeless claim,
While falsehood crumbles, choked by shame.
How can frail paper blooms aspire,
To wake the sun, ignite desire?

When longing burns within the breast,
A heart determined, truly blessed,
Will reach the goal it holds so dear,
And thorns transform to blooms so clear.

Though clouds may rage and lightning flash,
And storms erupt in furious crash,
The pilgrim, drunk on destiny's call,
Will rise above, embracing all.
With laughter's touch, each trial's sting,
To easy paths, the heart will bring.
When longing burns within the breast,
Will reach the goal it holds so dear,
And thorns transform to blooms so clear.

Though shores recede, a distant gleam,
And weariness obscures life's dream,
Though frail, though forced to yield the breath,
The spirit's triumph over death.
He gives his life, fear cannot bind,
In this, the victor's soul will find
When longing burns within the breast,
Will reach the goal it holds so dear,
And thorns transform to blooms so clear.