dukh se ghabrao nahi sathi
dukh se ghabrao nahi sathi
ye jeevan mai manav ka shrangar hai
ye jeevan mai manav ka shrangar hai
sukh mai byashn ka maag bhare
dukh papo se karta khabardar hai
dukh papo se karta khabardar hai

sukh se mitta ye din avaaj man
fir thankar nhi sajde sansaar ko
sukh ke sadhan se bhi chhod jaye van main
moksh paane ka dukh bhi to aaghat hai
moksh paane ka dukh bhi to aaghat hai
dukh se ghabrao nahi sathi
dukh se ghabrao nahi sathi
ye jeevan mai manav ka shrangar hai

jo pursharth se mukh mode nhi
vo dukh ki kasouti se utre khara
dukh ki jwala mai padke jo seer rhe
sukh paane ka sachcha vo haqdar hai
dukh se ghabrao nahi sathi
dukh se ghabrao nahi sathi
ye jeevan mai manav ka shrangar hai

sukh mai rahte hai dekho sab ye sage
pas aate nhi jab dukh aa pde
tum dekho parakh kar dukh mai inhe
sahash dharm or naaj hai
sahash dharm or naaj hai
dukh se ghabrao nahi sathi
dukh se ghabrao nahi sathi
ye jeevan mai manav ka shrangar hai

paap karmon ka hota hai jab jab uday
bhog najuk palta hai usi samay
ye rishi or muni kahte aaye sabhi
achcha karm kro sabko hitkar hai
dukh se ghabrao nahi sathi
dukh se ghabrao nahi sathi
ye jeevan mai manav ka shrangar hai
sukh mai byashn ka maag bhare
dukh papo se karta khabardar hai
dukh papo se karta khabardar hai

Fear not the sorrow, my companion,
fear not the sorrow, my friend.
It is the jewel that adorns mortal life,
the very essence of being.
In joy, attachments bloom and bind,
sorrow, a sentinel, warns of sin.
Sorrow's lessons, a whisper to the heart,
a world unbound, then bows to grief.

From pleasures, the mind turns its gaze,
leaving behind the forest, the world.
Even the path to salvation can be a sorrow,
for it is the bitterest of all.
Fear not the sorrow, my companion,
It is the jewel that adorns mortal life,
the very essence of being.

He who does not turn his face from effort,
emerges pure from sorrow's crucible.
He who endures in sorrow's flame,
is truly worthy of joy's embrace.
Fear not the sorrow, my companion,
It is the jewel that adorns mortal life,
the very essence of being.

In joy, all are near, all are kin,
but when sorrow arrives, they fade away.
Test them then, in the crucible of pain,
courage, virtue, friend, and truth are revealed.
Courage, virtue, friend, and truth are revealed.
Fear not the sorrow, my companion,
It is the jewel that adorns mortal life,
the very essence of being.

When the fruits of sin ripen and rise,
pleasure's fragile tendrils flourish then.
Thus say the seers and the sages of old:
do good, and let your actions benefit all.
Do good, and let your actions benefit all.
Fear not the sorrow, my companion,
It is the jewel that adorns mortal life,
the very essence of being.
In joy, attachments bloom and bind,
sorrow, a sentinel, warns of sin.
Sorrow, a sentinel, warns of sin.