wo phule phule firte hai
jinki kismat ko phul mile
hum kis kismat par naz kare
hum kis kismat par naz kare
jinko thokar ki dhul mile
wo phule phule firte hai

humne bhi sitare mange the
kaliyo ki tamanna ki hamne
khushiyo se sahara manga jab
khushiyo se sahara manga jab
to sath diya hamko gum ne
unke sehre pe moti tange
hamko sehra ke babul mile
hum kis kismat par naz kare
jinko thokar ki dhul mile
wo phule phule firte hai

unse kya shikayat hai hamko
jinki takdir me khubi hai
apni to kinare par aakar
apni to kinare par aakar
har bar ye kashti dubi hai
manjil ki meharbani un par
jin ko rahe anphul mile
hum kis kismat par naz kare
jinko thokar ki dhul mile
wo phule phule firte hai

They bloom and preen,
Whose fate is kissed by bloom's embrace.
Upon what fortune shall we lean?
Upon what fortune shall we gaze?
Whose path is marked by dust of bruise,
They bloom and preen.

We too, once begged for stars to gleam,
And yearned for buds to softly break.
When solace from joy we did dream,
When solace from joy we did seek,
Sorrow then our hand did take.
Pearls adorn their wedding dream,
We found the desert's thorny trees.
Upon what fortune shall we lean?
Whose path is marked by dust of bruise,
They bloom and preen.

What complaint can we now bring,
To those whose destiny is bright?
Our vessel, when the shores we'd bring,
Our vessel, when the shores in sight,
Sank each and every night.
The destination's grace, they sing,
Whose paths are strewn with un-plucked bloom.
Upon what fortune shall we lean?
Whose path is marked by dust of bruise,
They bloom and preen.