vyom vyom me, apne aap me
kya tera, kya tera, kya tera ye khel
vyom vyom me, kitne vesh me
pal pal, pal pal tu nit nval
kya tera ye khel, vyom vyom me

ravi ko chhupa liya, ghani ghatao me
chhavi banayi kya, chhaya ke pat pe
ravi ko chhupa liya, ghani ghatao me
chhavi banayi kya, chhaya ke pat pe
megh malhaar me kya kahe, kya kahe
kya kahe, mujhko tu, kaise kahu
kya tera ye khel, vyom vyom me

baisakh ki aandhi me
us din ka wo athaas, kahin dur par
ghan garjan swar me, raha hai vaas
baisakh ki aandhi me
us din ka wo athaas, kahin dur par
ghan garjan swar me, raha hai vaas
baisakh ki aandhi me
shyamal ho gayi, sonal wo aabha
dhwal uttariay aaj kyu kaala
shyamal ho gayi, sonal wo aabha
dhwal uttariay aaj kyu kaala
chhipaye chhaya me, megh maya me
kaisa vaibhav
kya tera ye khel, vyom vyom me
apne aap me
kya tera, kya tera, kya tera ye khel
vyom vyom me, kitne vesh me
pal pal, pal pal tu nit nval
kya tera ye khel, vyom vyom me

In the sky, within itself,
Whose is this, whose is this, this play?
In the sky, in how many forms,
Moment by moment, ever new.
Whose is this play, in the sky?

The sun hidden, in clouds so dense,
What image cast, on the canvas of shadow?
The sun hidden, in clouds so dense,
What image cast, on the canvas of shadow?
In the song of the clouds, what to say, what to say,
What to say, to you, how to speak?
Whose is this play, in the sky?

In the storm of Baisakh,
That laughter of that day, somewhere distant,
In the thunder's roar, it resides.
In the storm of Baisakh,
That laughter of that day, somewhere distant,
In the thunder's roar, it resides.
In the storm of Baisakh,
Golden glow, turned to dark hue,
Why is the white shawl now black?
Golden glow, turned to dark hue,
Why is the white shawl now black?
Hidden in shadows, in the illusion of clouds,
What grandeur!
Whose is this play, in the sky?
Within itself,
Whose is this, whose is this, this play?
In the sky, in how many forms,
Moment by moment, ever new.
Whose is this play, in the sky?