chandi ke rupaiya asi manwa lutave ki
chandi lutaveli injor
sonwa lutave ki bhor ke kirniya
khili hari dharti bihor
khetwa lutave ki dhani re chunariya
ki bagiya me nache man mor
chal re batohiya dikhai tohi gavi
ke jahva basela man mor

ho dhaniya ho dhaniya ho dhaniya ab hum banab kisanwa
tu kisani na bani hana ho dhani ab hum banab kisanwa
ho dhani kisani na bani hana ho kisani na bani hana
ho dhani kisani na bani hana ho dhani ab hum banab kisanwa
tu kisani na bani hana ho dhani ab hum banab kisanwa
tu kisani na bani hana ho dhaniya
ho dhaniya ho dhaniya ab hum banab kisanwa
tu kisani na bani hana

chandi ke rupaiya asi manwa lutave ki
chandi lutaveli injor
sonwa lutave ki bhor ke kirniya
khili hari dharti bihor he ri
ho dhaniya ab hum banab kisanwa
tu kisani na bani hana
ho dhaniya ab hum banab kisanwa
tu kisani na bani hana
kisani na bani hana

Silver coins, they cannot buy the soul,
Nor the moon's soft glow, its gentle toll.
Gold cannot buy the dawn's first ray,
Nor the earth that blooms and finds its day.

Fields cannot buy the emerald shawl,
Nor the garden where the heart enthralls.
Come, traveler, let me show the way,
To the village where my spirit will stay.

Oh, my love, my love, my love,
Now I will be a farmer bold.
You will not be a farmer, oh, my love,
Now I will be a farmer of the fold.
You will not be a farmer, oh, my love,
You will not be a farmer, oh, my love,
Now I will be a farmer of the fold.
You will not be a farmer, oh, my love,
Now I will be a farmer of the fold.
You will not be a farmer, oh, the world.
Oh, the world, oh, the world, oh, the world,
Now I will be a farmer of the fold.
You will not be a farmer, oh, the world.

Silver coins, they cannot buy the soul,
Nor the moon's soft glow, its gentle toll.
Gold cannot buy the dawn's first ray,
Nor the earth that blooms and finds its day.
Oh, my love, my love, my love,
You will not be a farmer, oh, my love.
Oh, my love, my love, my love,
You will not be a farmer, oh, my love.
You will not be a farmer, oh, my love.