garaj baras pyaasi dharti
par phir paani de maula
garaj baras pyaasi dharti
par phir paani de maula
chidiyon ko daane baccho ko
gud-dhaani de maula
garaj baras pyaasi dharti
par phir paani de maula

do aur do ka jod hamesha
chaar kahan hota hain
do aur do ka jod hamesha
chaar kahan hota hain
soch samajh waalon ko
thodi naadaani de maula
chidiyon ko daane baccho ko
gud-dhaani de maula
garaj baras pyaasi dharti
par phir paani de maula

phir roshan kar zeher ka
pyaala chamka nayee saliben
phir roshan kar zeher ka
pyaala chamka nayee saliben
jhuton ki duniya mein
sach ko taabani de maula
chidiyon ko daane baccho ko
gud-dhaani de maula
garaj baras pyaasi dharti
par phir paani de maula

phir murt se bahar
aakar chaaro aur bhikar ja
phir murt se bahar
aakar chaaro aur bhikar ja
phir mandir ko koi meera
deewaani de maula
chidiyon ko daane baccho ko
gud-dhaani de maula
garaj baras pyaasi dharti
par phir paani de maula

tere hote koi kisi ki jaan ka
dushman kyun ho
tere hote koi kisi ki jaan ka
dushman kyun ho
jeene waalon ko marne ki
aasani de maula
chidiyon ko daane baccho ko
gud-dhaani de maula
garaj baras pyaasi dharti
par phir paani de maula
phir paani de maula
phir paani de maula

Let the clouds roar, let the parched earth drink,
Grant water again, O Lord, I implore.
Let the clouds roar, let the parched earth drink,
Grant water again, O Lord, I implore.
To the birds, seeds; to the children, sweet grace,
Grant sugar-coated treats, O Lord, I implore.
Let the clouds roar, let the parched earth drink,
Grant water again, O Lord, I implore.

Two plus two, always they say, equals four,
But is that the truth, the whole story?
Two plus two, always they say, equals four,
But is that the truth, the whole story?
To the wise, a touch of sweet folly,
Grant a little madness, O Lord, I implore.
To the birds, seeds; to the children, sweet grace,
Grant sugar-coated treats, O Lord, I implore.
Let the clouds roar, let the parched earth drink,
Grant water again, O Lord, I implore.

Relight the poisoned chalice,
Let new crosses gleam.
Relight the poisoned chalice,
Let new crosses gleam.
In a world of lies, give truth its fire,
Grant truth its radiance, O Lord, I implore.
To the birds, seeds; to the children, sweet grace,
Grant sugar-coated treats, O Lord, I implore.
Let the clouds roar, let the parched earth drink,
Grant water again, O Lord, I implore.

Break free from the idol,
Scatter wide, in every place.
Break free from the idol,
Scatter wide, in every place.
To the temple, a Mira, lost to love,
Grant a devotee's madness, O Lord, I implore.
To the birds, seeds; to the children, sweet grace,
Grant sugar-coated treats, O Lord, I implore.
Let the clouds roar, let the parched earth drink,
Grant water again, O Lord, I implore.

With you present, why should any be a foe?
With you present, why should any be a foe?
To those who live, the ease of dying,
Grant them a gentle passing, O Lord, I implore.
To the birds, seeds; to the children, sweet grace,
Grant sugar-coated treats, O Lord, I implore.
Let the clouds roar, let the parched earth drink,
Grant water again, O Lord, I implore.
Grant water again, O Lord, I implore.
Grant water again, O Lord, I implore.