ja fasi sans atki hai do patan ki chakki hai
jiyan maran to laga rahega bat hamari pakki hai
ja fasi sans atki hai do patan ki chakki hai
jiyan maran to laga rahega bat hamari pakki hai
wahi nibhane padegi babu apni deel to nakki hai
sath sath fere ghume hai bat hamari pakki hai
ja fasi sans atki hai do patan ki chakki hai
jiyan maran to laga rahega bat hamari pakki hai

lamha lamha chuna piroya aankh se sicha dil me boya
lamha lamha chuna piroya aankh se sicha dil me boya
bel ke jaisi badhti hai dhup hai dhire chadti hai
shadi bhi pak jayegi yaro jaha kahi bhi latki hai
ja fasi sans atki hai do patan ki chakki hai
jiyan maran to laga rahega bat hamari pakki hai
jiyan maran to laga rahega bat hamari pakki hai

rami ke patte bane nhi socho ktne lage nhi
sidhi chado to sath milega
do logo ka khel hai bhaiya ye to yu hi chalega
naako chane chabaye hai dant me kacchi makki hai
miyan ke baal ude kyun bhaiya biwi inki shakki hai

kahi humakti hui chadhane kahi fisalti hui dhalane
kahi humakti hui chadhane kahi fisalti hui dhalane
do pahiyo ka thela hai chal is baras akela hi
are sambhal sambhal kar chalna bhai tutne wali matki hai
ja fasi sans atki hai do patan ki chakki hai
jiyan maran to laga rahega bat hamari pakki hai

A life ensnared, breath held fast, between millstones grinding,
Life and death, a constant dance, our truth, a binding.
A life ensnared, breath held fast, between millstones grinding,
Life and death, a constant dance, our truth, a binding.
There we must fulfill, my friend, our pact, forever aligned,
Together we shall circle, intertwined, our truth, a binding.
A life ensnared, breath held fast, between millstones grinding,
Life and death, a constant dance, our truth, a binding.

Moment by moment, pearls strung, watered by the eye, sown in the heart,
Moment by moment, pearls strung, watered by the eye, sown in the heart,
Like a vine it grows, nurtured by the sun, climbing slow and sure,
The wedding will mature, my friends, wherever it is caught and bound,
A life ensnared, breath held fast, between millstones grinding,
Life and death, a constant dance, our truth, a binding.
Life and death, a constant dance, our truth, a binding.

Cards of rummy, never formed, think, they begin to tear,
Climb the stairs, and you will find companionship there,
A game for two, my brother, this shall continue, as is the way,
We have chewed the chickpeas, raw corn between our teeth,
The husband's hair is flown, why my friend, the wife is full of doubt,

Sometimes surging upwards, sometimes sliding downwards,
Sometimes surging upwards, sometimes sliding downwards,
A cart with two wheels, travel this year, alone and in the night,
Oh, tread carefully, my brother, for the pot is about to break,
A life ensnared, breath held fast, between millstones grinding,
Life and death, a constant dance, our truth, a binding.