Spring comes hither
Buds the rose . . .
Roses wither
Sweet spring goes . . .
O ja là
O ja là . . .
Would she carry me.

Summer soars
Wide-wing'd day . . .
White light pours
Flies away . . .
O ja là
O ja là . . .
Would he carry me.

Soft winds blow
Westward borne . . .
Onward go
Towards the morn
O ja là
O ja là . . .
Would they carry me.

Sweet birds sing
O'er the graves
Then take wing
O'er the waves
O ja là
O ja là . . .
Would they carry me.

manzil humari hume pata nahi
phir bhi chale ja rahe hai,kisi raah pe

ajnabee kaun,kaun humsafar hai
bhulte ja rahe hai is rah pe

akele the akele hai
akele hi chale ja rahe hai is raah pe

kaha kisine kiya humne
manzil mili nahi is raah pe

manzil na sahi, koi thikana to **
jaha ruk kr samye bita sake is raah pe

kathin hai pana is manzil ko mana
par sabbra hi to hum kho rahe hai is raah pe

chale ja rahe hai, chale ja rahe hai
hum is ajnabee si raah pe

dikhai di hume manzil humari
chalte chalte is raah pe

jab pahuche hum us manzil pe
dikhai di ek aur raah is raah pe.........