haiyya re haiyya re ghume samay ka pahiya re
haiyya re haiyya re ghume samay ka pahiya re
thandi thandi si dibiya me bas ek machis ki tili hai
haiyya re haiyya re ghume samay ka pahiya re
rasan ke sapno ka chula kismat ke lakire gire
kuwe ke taal me dub rahi hai ichchharo ki naiyya re
haiyya re haiyya re ghume samay ka pahiya re
haiyya re haiyya re ghume samay ka pahiya re

ek katori khun hai tan me
ek katori khun hai tan me sar pe gadar bhari hai
man ke kagaj par jo nache chinta ki chingari hai
chinta ki chingari hai
kab tak tu navale bole ik maryad si naiyya re
haiyya re haiyya re ghume samay ka pahiya re
haiyya re haiyya re ghume samay ka pahiya re

aasha nirasha ki duvidha ko man chupkese seh jaye
jaise kachchi rassi tute to dol me reh jaye
dholak me reh jaye dholak me reh jaye
pyas badan me chikh rahi hai
dur hai ganga maiyya re
haiyya re haiyya re ghume samay ka pahiya re
haiyya re haiyya re ghume samay ka pahiya re
thandi thandi si dibiya me bas ek machis ki tili hai
haiyya re haiyya re ghume samay ka pahiya re
haiyya re haiyya re ghume samay ka pahiya re
haiyya re haiyya re ghume samay ka pahiya re

Spinning, spinning, the wheel of time,
Spinning, spinning, the wheel of time,
In a cold, dark box, a single matchstick gleams.
Spinning, spinning, the wheel of time.

Dreams of pleasure, a cookfire's fleeting grace,
Lines of fate, etched deep upon the skin.
In the well's dark depths, desires drown,
In the river's flow, our hopes begin to spin.
Spinning, spinning, the wheel of time,
Spinning, spinning, the wheel of time.

A bowl of blood within, the body's fragile keep,
A burden heavy on the burdened head,
On the mind's white sheet, worry's flame does leap,
Worry's flame, a fear that must be fed.
When will you learn to speak a measured word?
Like a vessel bound by a single rope.
Spinning, spinning, the wheel of time,
Spinning, spinning, the wheel of time.

Hope and despair, a conflict in the soul,
Silently endured, a silent, fragile fight.
Like a broken cord, the broken, lost control,
Leaves only emptiness, a hollow night.
The body's thirst, a silent, raging cry,
While Ganga's shores remain a distant shore.
Spinning, spinning, the wheel of time,
Spinning, spinning, the wheel of time.
In a cold, dark box, a single matchstick gleams.
Spinning, spinning, the wheel of time.
Spinning, spinning, the wheel of time.
Spinning, spinning, the wheel of time.