aa aa aa aa
ji tumhare aanese to sab kuchh surila ho gaya
tum mere aanese pehle bhi sahi ga rahe the, raag dhani
.... sa ni sa ga sa ga sa ni pa pa ni pa sa
are aisa to hum mele me gaate hai
aage sukh to pichhe dukh hai, pichhe dukh to aage sukh hai
aage sukh to pichhe dukh hai, har dukh me koi sukh hai ho
ho aas niras ke rang rangi hai saari umariya mitawa re
aage sukh to pichhe dukh hai, pichhe dukh to aage sukh hai
aage sukh to pichhe dukh hai, har dukh me koi sukh hai ho
ho aas niraas ke rang rangi hai rang rangi hai
saari umariya mitawa re

keh gaye jogi gyani dhyani is jivan ki ajab kahani
is jivan ki ajab kahani
zindagi ke kayi rang, kayi rang kayi rang
kahi chhanv kahi dhup koi jaane na, pehchane na
kabhi sukh to kabhi dukh hai, kabhi dukh to kabhi sukh hai
kabhi sukh to kabhi dukh hai, har dukh me koi sukh hai ho
ho aas niraas ke rang rangi hai saari umariya mitawa re

apna socha kab hota hai wo jab soche sab hota hai
apna socha kab hota hai wo jab soche tab hota hai
na na na wo jab soche sab hota hai
koi laakh kare shor jiske haath me hai dor
uspe kaha chale jor koi jaane na, ha pehchaane na
thoda sukh to thoda dukh hai, thoda dukh to thoda sukh hai
thoda sukh to thoda dukh hai, har dukh me koi sukh hai ho
ho aas niraas ke rang rangi hai saari umariya mitawa re

jo bhi dukho se haar na maane uska jivan hi jivan hai
dukh sita ki agni pariksha, sukh sita sang raam milan hai
dukh sita ki agni pariksha, sukh sita sang raam milan hai

Ah, ah, ah, ah...
The world, when you arrive, finds its melody.
You sang true, before I came, in Raga Dhani,
Sa Ni Sa Ga Sa Ga Sa Ni Pa Pa Ni Pa Sa...
We sing thus in the fairgrounds, you see.
Ahead, joy; behind, sorrow; behind, sorrow; ahead, joy.
Ahead, joy; behind, sorrow; in every sorrow, a hidden joy.
Hope and despair paint the colors of life, my friend.
Ahead, joy; behind, sorrow; behind, sorrow; ahead, joy.
Ahead, joy; behind, sorrow; in every sorrow, a hidden joy.
Hope and despair, color, color the years.
All our lives, my friend, are thus.

The yogis and the seers, they told of life's strange tale.
Life's strange, strange tale.
Life holds many hues, many hues, many hues.
Shadow and sun, no one knows, nor understands.
Sometimes joy, sometimes sorrow; sometimes sorrow, sometimes joy.
Sometimes joy, sometimes sorrow; in every sorrow, a hidden joy.
Hope and despair paint the colors of life, my friend.

What we plan, rarely comes; what the One plans, unfolds.
What we plan, rarely comes; what the One plans, unfolds.
No, no, no... what the One plans, unfolds.
Though we make a thousand noises, in whose hand is the string?
We cannot force it; no one knows, yes, understands.
A little joy, a little sorrow; a little sorrow, a little joy.
A little joy, a little sorrow; in every sorrow, a hidden joy.
Hope and despair paint the colors of life, my friend.
He who does not yield to sorrow, truly lives.
Sorrow is Sita's fire test; joy, Sita's reunion with Rama.
Sorrow is Sita's fire test; joy, Sita's reunion with Rama.