ae dholina dhol, dholina dhol tharo vaage se
mhari mahisagar niyaare dhol vaage se
mhari mahisagar niyaare dhol vaage se
mhari mahisagar niyaare dhol vaage se
mhari mahisagar niyaare dhol vaage se
vaage se dhol vaage se
vaage se dhol vaage se
mhari mahisagar niyaare dhol vaage se
mhari mahisagar niyaare dhol vaage se

gam gam na kumhari aave se
gam gam na kumhari aave se
aave se, hu lave se
aave se, hu lave se
mhari maa ni matariyo lave se
mhari maa ni matariyo lave se
are mhari maa ni matariyo lave se
mhari mahisagar niyaare dhol
are mhari mahisagar niyaare dhol vaage se
mhari mahisagar niyaare dhol vaage se

aaha dholira aaha dholira

gam gam na suthari aave se
gam gam na suthari aave se
aave se, hu lave se
aave se, hu lave se
mhari maa ni madavari lave se
mhari maa ni madavari lave se
are mhari maa ni madavari lave se
mhari mahisagar niyaare dhol
mhari mahisagar niyaare dhol vaage se
are mhari mahisagar niyaare dhol vaage se

gam gam na doshida aave se
gam gam na doshida aave se
aave se, hu lave se
aave se, hu lave se
mhari maa ni chundariyu lave se
mhari maa ni chundariyu lave se
are mhari maa ni chundariyu lave se
mhari mahisagar niyaare dhol
mhari mahisagar niyaare dhol vaage se
are mhari mahisagar niyaare dhol vaage se

mhari mahisagar niyaare dhol vaage se
mhari mahisagar niyaare dhol vaage se
mhari mahisagar niyaare dhol vaage se

Oh, the drum, the drum of the soul, it beats,
Across the waters of my river, it repeats.
My Mahisagar, the drum's echo, it calls,
My Mahisagar, within these earthen walls.
It beats, the drum, it beats.
It beats, the drum, it beats.
In Mahisagar, the drum resounds and falls.
In Mahisagar, the drum, it calls.

The potter's rhythm, a murmur in the air,
The potter's rhythm, a burden I must bear.
It comes, and I shall fetch it near,
It comes, and I shall fetch it near.
My mother's vessels, I bring with care,
My mother's vessels, a life to share.
Oh, my mother's vessels, beyond compare,
In Mahisagar, the drum.
Oh, my Mahisagar, the drum's prayer.
In Mahisagar, the drum's fanfare.

Ah, the rhythm!

The thread of the weaver, a murmur in the breeze,
The thread of the weaver, among the swaying trees.
It comes, and I shall fetch it near,
It comes, and I shall fetch it near.
My mother's cloth, a woven release,
My mother's cloth, to bring me peace.
Oh, my mother's cloth, a woven lease,
In Mahisagar, the drum.
My Mahisagar, the drum will appease.
Oh, my Mahisagar, the drum's release.

The sins of the past, a murmur in the core,
The sins of the past, I cannot ignore.
It comes, and I shall fetch it near,
It comes, and I shall fetch it near.
My mother's veil, a colorful pour,
My mother's veil, forevermore.
Oh, my mother's veil, I now implore,
In Mahisagar, the drum.
My Mahisagar, the drum will adore.
Oh, my Mahisagar, forevermore.

In Mahisagar, the drum's decree.
In Mahisagar, for eternity.
In Mahisagar, the soul set free.