moti ho ki shisha jam ke sur
moti ho ki shisha jam ke sur
jo tut gaya so tut gaya
Kab ashko se jud sakta hai
jo tut gaya so chhut gaya
jo tut gaya so chhut gaya
tum na-haq-tukde chun chun kar
daman mein chupae baithe ho
shisho ka masiha koi nahi
kya aas lagaye baithe ho
kya aas lagaye baithe ho
kya aas lagaye baithe ho

shayad ki in tukdon mein kahin
wo sa ghar-e-dil hai jis mein
sar naz se utra karti thi
sehba-e-gham-e-jana ki pari
phir duniya walon ne tum se
ye sagar le kar phod dia
phir duniya walon ne tum se
ye sa ghar le kar phod dia
jo maine thi baha di mitti mein
mehman ka shehpar tod diya
mehman ka shehpar tod diya
mehman ka shehpar tod diya

ye rangin rezain hain shayad
un shokh bilouri sapnon ke
tum mast jawani mein jinse
khilwat ko sajaya karte the
naadaari daftar bhukh aur gam
un sapnon se takrate the
beraham tha chaumukh pathraav
yeh kanch ke dhanche kya karte
Ya shayad in zarron main kahin
moti hai tumhari izzat ka
wo jis se tumhare izzat pe bhi
shamshad kado ne raqs kiya
is mal ki dhun mein phirte tha bahut
tajir bhi bahut rahzan bhi kai
hai chor nagar yaan muflis ki
gar jan bachi tau aan gayi

ye sagar shishe laal o guhar
salim hon to kimat paate hain
yu tukde tukde ho to faqat
chubhte hain lahu rulwate hai
tum na haq tukde chun-chun kar
daman mein chupaye baithe ho
shisho ka masiha koi nahi
kya aas lagaye baithe ho
kya aas lagaye baithe ho
kya aas lagae baithe ho
yaadon ke girebaanon ke rafoo
par dil ko guzar kab hoti hai
ik bakhiya udherda ek siya
yun umr basar kab hoti hai
iss kargah-e-hasti mein jahan
ye sagar shisha dhalte hai
har shay ka badal mil sakta hai
sab daaman pur ho sakte hai
Jo haath bardhe yawar hai yaha
jo aankh uthhe wo bakhtawar

ya dhan daulat ka ant nahi
honn ghaat mein daaku lakh magar
kab loot jhapat se hasti ki
dukanei khali hoti hai
ya parbat parbat hire hai
ya sagar sagar moti hai
kuchh log hai jo is daulat par
pardey latkate phirte hain
har parbat ko har sagar ko
neelam chadhate phirte hain
kuchh wo bhi hai jo lad bhid kar
ye pardey noch giraate hain
haddi ke uthai giron ki
har chal uljhaye jate hain
har chal uljhaye jate hain
har chal uljhaye jate hain

In dono mein ran pardta hai
nit basti basti nagar nagar
har basti ghar ke sine mein
har chalti rah ke mithe par
ye kalak bhartey phirte hai
wo jot jagate rehte hai
Ye aag lagate phirte hai
wo aag bujhate rehte hai
sab sagar shisha lal o guhar
iss baazi mein bhid jaate hai
utho sab khali hathon ko
is ran se bulawe aate hai

Whether pearl or goblet, a melody,
Shattered, it is gone, undeniably.
No tears can mend what's broken now,
What's lost is lost, I must avow.
Why gather fragments in your fold,
Clinging to pieces, stories untold?
No messiah for broken glass will appear,
What hope do you still hold so dear?
What hope do you still hold so dear?
What hope do you still hold so dear?

Perhaps within the shards reside,
The heart's own home, where dreams did glide.
Where pride once danced, a joyous scene,
With fairies of beloved grief, serene.
Then the world, from you did seize,
And shattered that home, bringing unease.
The soil I scattered, I had to share,
The guest's own wings, I could not spare.
The guest's own wings, I could not spare.
The guest's own wings, I could not spare.

These colored fragments, they may be,
Of those bright, crystal dreams, you see.
In youthful fervor, you would embrace,
And adorn your solitude with grace.
Poverty's office, hunger and woe,
Against these dreams, they fiercely did flow.
A pitiless, four-faced barrage,
What could these fragile mirrors assuage?
Perhaps within these deserts lie,
The pearl of your honor, held high.
That which brought your pride, in radiant guise,
Where cypress-like forms did proudly rise.
In pursuit of this wealth, many did roam,
Traders and wanderers, away from home.
And many thieves within the town,
Of the impoverished, did make their frown.
If life is spared, you'll find your way,
Through shattered glass, to a brighter day.

These ruby glass, these cries so loud,
Hold value only, when whole, endowed.
In pieces scattered, they only sting,
And cause your heart to weep and sing.
Why gather fragments in your hold,
Clinging to pieces, stories untold?
No messiah for broken glass will appear,
What hope do you still hold so dear?
What hope do you still hold so dear?
What hope do you still hold so dear?

When mending the wounds of memories' hold,
How long does the heart's journey unfold?
One stitch undone, another done,
How long then, does the life-thread run?
In this workshop of existence, where,
These ruby glass, they take their share.
Everything can be found, a new start,
Each fold of your soul, may be whole of heart.
If a hand is with you, a boon from above,
And the eyes open with hope, you'll find love.

Here, wealth and riches never cease,
Though a thousand pirates seek their release.
When will the plunder's game be done?
When will the shops run empty, never won?
Here, mountains of diamonds reside,
Here, oceans of pearls, their treasures confide.
Some hide themselves from this wealth's embrace,
And cover it with a veil of disgrace.
They auction each mountain, and each sea,
But some, they fight, to set them free.
They tear away the shrouds so grim,
And entangle every treacherous whim.
Entangle every treacherous whim.
Entangle every treacherous whim.

Between these two, the battle rages on,
In every city, and every dawn.
In every heart, in every home,
Upon each path, they sadly roam.
The former, with their darkness fill,
The latter, with their light, stand still.
The former, they ignite the flame,
The latter, quench it, play the game.
All ruby glass, cries, they join this fight,
The empty hands, called to the light.
Rise up, all empty-handed souls,
The battlefield's call, your spirit controls.