din aaye raat jaye
raat aaye din jaye
yahi aana jana
zindagi ko zindagi banaye
yahi aana jana
zindagi ko zindagi banaye
din aaye raat jaye din aaye
din aaye raat jaye din aaye
din aaye raat jaye din aaye
din aaye raat jaye din aaye

are sone jaisi kaya re
ek saans ki maya
are sone jaisi kaya
ek saans ki maya
sab maati ki hai dheri re
jab saans na aaya
dekho dhaukani ye meri
dekho dhaukani ye meri
kaisa bhed bataye
yahi aana jana
zindagi ko zindagi banaye
yahi aana jana
zindagi ko zindagi banaye
din aaye raat jaye din aaye
din aaye raat jaye din aaye
din aaye raat jaye din aaye
din aaye raat jaye din aaye

o o
kabhi sukh ki hai bari
kabhi dukh ki hai bari
jaise chale meri chakki
chale duniya ye sari
o o o o
kabhi sukh ki hai bari
kabhi dukh ki hai bari
jaise chale meri chakki
chale duniya ye sari
o o o o
dukh sukh aaye jaye
dukh sukh aaye jaye
man kaahe ghabraye
yahi aana jana
zindagi ko zindagi banaye
yahi aana jana
zindagi ko zindagi banaye
din aaye raat jaye din aaye
din aaye raat jaye din aaye
din aaye raat jaye din aaye
din aaye raat jaye din aaye

tute ek khilauna sau ghade re kumhar
tute ek khilauna sau ghade re kumhar
ise tod jod ka aur jod tod ka
naam hai sansar, naam hai sansar
koi kisi ko mitaye
koi kisi ko mitaye
koi kisi ko banaye
yahi aana jana
zindagi ko zindagi banaye
yahi aana jana
zindagi ko zindagi banaye
din aaye raat jaye din aaye
din aaye raat jaye din aaye
din aaye raat jaye din aaye
din aaye raat jaye din aaye

Day arrives, night departs, night arrives, day departs,
This coming and going, life's very art.
This coming and going, life's very art.
Day arrives, night departs, day arrives.

Oh, this golden form, alas, a breath's fleeting guise,
Oh, this golden form, a breath's fleeting guise.
All mounds of dust we are, when the breath does not rise.
Behold, this bellows of mine, what secrets it ties.
This coming and going, life's very art.
This coming and going, life's very art.
Day arrives, night departs, day arrives.

Oh, sometimes joy takes its turn,
Like my grinding wheel, the whole world does churn.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, sometimes joy takes its turn,
Like my grinding wheel, the whole world does churn.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, sorrow and joy come and go,
Sorrow and joy come and go, why does the heart fret so?
This coming and going, life's very art.
This coming and going, life's very art.
Day arrives, night departs, day arrives.

A toy breaks, a hundred pots for the potter's wheel,
This breaking and mending, and mending to break again,
This is the world's real.
This is the world's real.
None can erase another, this coming and going,
Life's very art, this coming and going,
Life's very art.
Day arrives, night departs, day arrives.