duniya rang rangeeli baba, duniya rang rangeeli

yah duniya ik sundar bagiya shobha iske nyare hain
har dari par jadu chhaya, har darai matwari hai
adbhut panchhi phul manohar, kali kali chatkili baba

kadam kadam par aasha aana rup anup dikhati hai
bigde kaj banati hai, dhiraj ke geet sunati hai
iska sur misri se mitha iske taar sajili baba

duhkh ki nadiya jivan naiya aasha ke patvaar lage
o naiya ke khene wale
naiya teri par lage, par basat hai desh sunhara
kismat chhail chhabili baba, duniya rang rangili

The world, a kaleidoscope, Father, a world of shifting hues.

This world, a garden of wondrous grace, its beauty a sight apart,
Upon each bough, enchantment's shadow plays,
Each branch, in heady dance, does start.
Marvelous birds and flowers so fair,
Each bud, a burst of joyful art, Father.

At every step, hope unveils its form, a vision ever new,
It mends what's broken, lends a hand, and sings of patience true.
Its melody, sweeter than honeyed streams, its strings a vibrant art, Father.

The river of sorrow, life's own boat, with hope as its guiding oar,
Oh, you who row this vessel true,
May your journey reach the shore, a golden land beyond the waves,
Where fate itself is fair to behold, Father.