are ganga, tu kaahe jaaye pardes
kaahe jaaye pardes
chhod ke apna desh, apna desh
chhod ke apna desh

ganga chali kaha, kasam tod ke
hume chhod ke
ganga chali kaha, kasam tod ke
hume chhod ke

piya, mere piya
jaha piya waha mai, mere piya waha mai
desh chhudaya, pardes bulaaya
desh chhudaya, pardes bulaaya
sandes ye aaya mere naam
jaha piya waha mai, mere piya waha mai
mai kya karu mere ram
jaha piya waha mai, mere piya waha mai

aisa lagta hai, dil ke andar kuch tut raha hai
baabul ke aangan me, mera bachpan chhut raha hai
mai khush bhi hu, udaas bhi
nadiya me jaise pyaas bhi
mai kya karu mere ram
jaha piya waha mai, mere piya waha mai

chaandi ki katori, sone ka pitaara
chaandi ki katori, sone ka pitaara
la de maiya meri, mujhko saasu ne pukaara
laali, kaajal, powder, bindiya
laali, kaajal, powder, bindiya
la de maiya meri, mujhko saiya ne pukaara

andekha anjaana sa, ek sapna dekh rahi hu
apne mann ke darpan me
mukh apna dekh rahi hu
ye mai hu ya koyi aur hai
sanjog pe kiska jor hai
mai kya karu mere ram

ganga chali kaha, kasam tod ke
hume chhod ke, hume chhod ke
waha mai, waha mai
jaha piya waha mai
waha mai waha mai

Oh, Ganga, why journey to a foreign land?
Why to a foreign land?
Leaving behind your home, your homeland.
Leaving behind your home.

Where is Ganga flowing, breaking vows?
Leaving us behind?
Where is Ganga flowing, breaking vows?
Leaving us behind?

Beloved, my beloved,
Where my beloved is, there am I, my beloved, there am I.
Forsook my homeland, beckoned to a foreign land.
Forsook my homeland, beckoned to a foreign land.
This message arrived in my name.
Where my beloved is, there am I, my beloved, there am I.
What shall I do, my Lord?
Where my beloved is, there am I, my beloved, there am I.

It feels as though, within my heart, something shatters.
In my father's courtyard, my childhood fades.
I am joyful, yet sorrowful.
Like thirst within a river.
What shall I do, my Lord?
Where my beloved is, there am I, my beloved, there am I.

A silver bowl, a golden chest,
A silver bowl, a golden chest.
My mother gave these to me, my mother-in-law calls me.
Lipstick, kohl, powder, a bindi,
Lipstick, kohl, powder, a bindi.
My mother gave these to me, my beloved calls me.

An unseen, unknown dream, I am beholding.
In the mirror of my mind,
My own face I am seeing.
Is this me, or someone else?
What power does fate hold?
What shall I do, my Lord?

Where is Ganga flowing, breaking vows?
Leaving us behind, leaving us behind?
There am I, there am I.
Where my beloved is, there am I.
There am I, there am I.