charkhi wale o charkhi wale o
charkhi wale o ho charkhi wale
o jara dhire o jara dhire
meri baki patang kat na jaye re
meri baki patang kat na jaye re
o jara dhire o jara dhire
meri baki patang kat na jaye re
meri baki patang kat na jaye re
charkhi wale o charkhi wale o

maine apni jeb se milaye do aane
maine apni jeb se milaye do aane
mai laya re chavvani jo mili thi khane
mai laya re chavvani jo mili thi khane
maine chupke se maine chupke se
maa ke chhe aane churaye re
maine chupke se maine chupke se
maa ke chhe aane churaye re
charkhi wale o charkhi wale o
o jara dhire o jara dhire
meri baki patang kat na jaye re
meri baki patang kat na jaye re
o jara dhire o jara dhire
meri baki patang kat na jaye re
meri baki patang kat na jaye re
charkhi wale o charkhi wale o

laal patang hamari bhaiya neela jiska manjha
laal patang hamari bhaiya neela jiska manjha
peeli charkhi kaali panni char jano ka sanjha
peeli charkhi kaali panni char jano ka sanjha
char dilo ki dunia panchi bankar ud jaye re
char dilo ki dunia panchi bankar ud jaye re

o kala sa ban kauwa o kala sa ban kauwa
o lad gayi o lad gayi dor se dor dekho
wo kat gayi wo kat gayi dor se dor dekho
wo kat gayi ha kat gayi dor se dor dekho
daudo daudo

O, Spinner, oh Spinner, turn the thread,
O, Spinner, oh, Spinner, tread.
Gently, oh gently, softly turn,
Lest my bright kite should fail and burn.
Gently, oh gently, softly turn,
Lest my bright kite should fail and burn.
O, Spinner, oh Spinner, turn the thread.

Two annas I saved, with water mixed,
Two annas, from my pocket fixed.
A quarter I bought, from meals denied,
A quarter, from the hunger I hide.
I stole, in secret, I did it then,
Six annas, from my mother's den.
I stole, in secret, I did it then,
Six annas, from my mother's den.
O, Spinner, oh Spinner, turn the thread,
Gently, oh gently, softly turn,
Lest my bright kite should fail and burn.
Gently, oh gently, softly turn,
Lest my bright kite should fail and burn.
O, Spinner, oh Spinner, turn the thread.

Red our kite, brother, blue the string,
Red our kite, brother, blue the string.
Yellow spool, black paper thin,
Shared by four, where joy begins.
A world of hearts, as birds take flight,
A world of hearts, in pure delight.

Like a crow, black and bold, appear,
Like a crow, black and bold, appear,
The threads entwine, and then they meet,
The thread is severed, bittersweet.
The thread is severed, bittersweet.
Run, run, fast, go now, run!