chal soch le agar itna sochna hai
to soch le teri dhadkan meri pyas bujhaye
khote khote dum mil jaaye pila de re
o sathi re soch soch ke bura haal hai
ye duniya ji kis pe khadi hai
lagi moch na koni ghutne mein
balki susure sar mein

aji dhyan se dekho dhyan se bhaiya
par itna na dhyan lagana ki tere mathe ki shikan
wahin reh jaaye re hai ji iss kalyug mein
kafi ajeeb silsile main tujhe sadiyon se janta hun beta
tu sala ghoorta rahega sala sochta rahega
sala khatakta rahega sathi re
chal soch le jitna sochna hai utna soch le

na agli na pichhli ye seedhi si batein
na kisi ko pyari na hamari in shabdon ko jala de
jala de ye pyara jhatka jor se lage
dil mera bhage dil mera bhage re o sathi re
jor jhagad ke kuchh bhi karke
yaad rakhiyo mere ladke tera dimag nahi aasan
hai ji iss kalyug mein kafi ajeeb silsile
main tujhe arso se janta hun beta
tu sala ghoorta rahega sala sochta rahega
sala khatakta rahega sathi re
chal soch le jitna sochna hai utna soch le

seedhe sadhe poore aadhe tod ke rakh de sare wade
o sathi re jo hain bhoole bhatke aur thukraye
reh na daye aur na baye kabhi na kabhi to yaad aaye
kabhi na kabhi wo bhi yaad aayenge

If thought must be, then think,
Let your heartbeats quench my thirst, I pray.
False breaths, mingled, pour them to me,
Oh friend, this constant thinking, a wretched state.
Upon what foundation does this world stand?
No pain in the knee, you see,
But in the head, it resides.

Look closely, brother, with care,
But do not strain, lest the wrinkles on your brow
Remain, a fixture in this age of iron,
Strange are the ways, indeed.
I have known you for ages, son,
You will keep staring, keep thinking,
Keep being a thorn, oh friend.
If thought must be, then think as you must.

Neither forward nor backward, these simple truths,
Loved by none, not even ours, let these words burn.
Burn away this pleasant blow, so strong it strikes,
My heart flees, my heart flees, oh friend.
With force, with struggle, by any means,
Remember, my boy, your mind is not simple.
Strange are the ways, indeed, in this age of iron.
I have known you for ages, son,
You will keep staring, keep thinking,
Keep being a thorn, oh friend.
If thought must be, then think as you must.

Simple, whole, halved, shatter all vows,
Oh friend, those lost, strayed, and spurned,
Neither right nor left, for surely, one day, they'll be remembered,
Someday, they too will be remembered.