dono behne kis liye
hasti hai jab bhi pani bharne
aati hai aur hasti rehti hai
aati hai aur hasti rehti hai
dono behne kis liye
hasti hai jab bhi pani bharne
aati hai aur hasti rehti hai
aati hai aur hasti rehti hai

kya raste ke par koi
rahagir khada dekh raha hai
pedo ki chawo ke neche kone se chup ke
isliye kya hasti rehti hai
dono behne hasti rehti hai

kyu yehi pe aake kalsi chalk uthti hai
kisliye aankho ke taare chamak uthte hai
pass hi bechani se koi aaha bharata hai
kyu yahi kalsi ka pani chalk uthta hai
kab talak wo aankhyo se usko dekh leti hai
isliye kya hasti rehti hai
dono behne hasti rehti hai

dono behne kis liye
hasti hai jab bhi pani bharne
aati hai aur hasti rehti hai
aati hai aur hasti rehti hai

kya raste ke par koi
rahagir khada dekh raha hai
pedo ki chawo ke neche kone se chup ke
isliye kya hasti rehti hai
dono behne hasti rehti hai

sach to yeh hai tagor ko
abhi tak palak palak tak hi jana hai
uska pura fark to jana hi nahi
wo aankh me bhari bund nahi
wo aankh me bhara hua samander hai
ek fasal ki tarah uga hua
zamim par ek saksh
aas pass barho maha gun gunata hai
gaon se lagi hui nadi hai ek bhari hui
jis pe barho maha bund bund aasma barsta hai

For what reason, these sisters,
Do they laugh, drawing water,
Coming, always laughing,
Coming, always laughing?
For what reason, these sisters,
Do they laugh, drawing water,
Coming, always laughing,
Coming, always laughing?

Is there a traveler on the path,
Watching, unseen,
Hidden in the shadows of trees,
From a concealed corner?
Is that why they laugh?
These sisters, always laughing.

Why does the pitcher spill here?
Why do stars ignite in their eyes?
Near, a sigh escapes with longing.
Why does the pitcher spill here?
How long does she watch with her eyes?
Is that why they laugh?
These sisters, always laughing.

For what reason, these sisters,
Do they laugh, drawing water,
Coming, always laughing,
Coming, always laughing?

Is there a traveler on the path,
Watching, unseen,
Hidden in the shadows of trees,
From a concealed corner?
Is that why they laugh?
These sisters, always laughing.

The truth is, Tagore,
Has only reached the horizon's edge,
Not the full expanse.
That which is sealed in the eye, is not closed.
It is an ocean within the eye,
Growing like a harvest,
A person upon the earth.
The nearby, whispers the great quality,
A river, full, bordering the village,
Upon which, the sky rains drop by drop, through all twelve months.