In the quiet of the night,
Dreams take flight, pure and bright,
Santoor's shimmer, tanpura's hum,
Weaving visions yet to come.

Mystic realms and shadowed lands,
Guided by unseen hands,
In this fusion, dreams are spun,
Till the rising of the sun.

Dream weaver, spin your thread,
In the night where dreams are fed,
Guide us through the starry skies,
To where our deepest dreams arise.

Dream weaver, spin your thread,
In the night where dreams are fed,
Guide us through the starry skies,
To where our deepest dreams arise.

As dawn breaks with golden light,
Dreams fade into morning's sight,
Yet their echoes linger on,
In the heart where dreams are drawn.

Dream weaver, spin your thread,
In the night where dreams are fed,
Guide us through the starry skies,
To where our deepest dreams arise.