janam janam ke phere
janam janam ke phere
sanjh sawere sab ko ghere
inse na koi bache re
ye hai janam janam ke phere
janam janam ke phere ye hai janam janam ke phere
janam janam ke phere ye hai janam janam ke phere
janam janam ke phere ye hai janam janam ke phere
janam janam ke phere

mathura ja vrindawan ja
chahe fera lagale tu kaashi ka
sab kuch sahan padega bande
chakkar hai lakh chaurashi ka
maya moh ke ye ghere
mad lobh karodh ke andhere
sanjh sawere sab ko ghere
inse na koi bache re
ye hai janam janam ke phere
janam janam ke phere ye hai janam janam ke phere
janam janam ke phere ye hai janam janam ke phere
janam janam ke phere ye hai janam janam ke phere
janam janam ke phere ye hai janam janam ke phere

maya ye hain maya
duniya ki do rangi maya
kabhi uge aur kabhi dhale
bhor bhaye sehnai baaje
bhor bhaye sehnai baaje
sanjh dhale to chita jate
sanjh dhale to chita jate
jinhe kahta tu mere mere
aaj un sab ne mukhde fere
sanjh sawere sab ko ghere
inse na koi bache re
ye hai janam janam ke phere
janam janam ke phere ye hai janam janam ke phere
janam janam ke phere ye hai janam janam ke phere
janam janam ke phere ye hai janam janam ke phere
janam janam ke phere ye hai janam janam ke phere

dekho gyan ka deep jala
dekho gyan ka deep jala
is deepak ke ujiyale me
aaj musafir kahan chala
prabhu ki amar lagan me pala
magan bhajan ke saanche dhala
is deepak ke picche pichhe kaun chala
krishnam sharnam gacchami
krishnam sharnam gacchami
mitthe agyan adhere
ye chhal ke jaal ghnere
sanjh sawere sab ko ghere
inse na koi bache re
ye hai janam janam ke phere

dhanya dhanya bharat ki nari
teri ajab kahnai
hontho par muskaan hai tere
naino me hain pani
pati ko de phulo ki mala
swany jalaye jwala
unhe pilaye amrit
aur khud piye zehar ka pyala
ye tyag aur tap tere
manav ko moh se phere
sanjh sawere sab ko ghere
inse na koi bache re
ye hai janam janam ke phere

in phero ke ghere ki
janjire kabhi na tute
janam maran ki bhulbhuliya
isse koi na tute
jog karo ya raakh ramao
jap tap sab hai jhute
karam ko apna dharm jo sajhe
uski ke bandhan tute
jab murli sham ki phere
tab chhute jag ke basere
sanjh sawere sab ko ghere
inse na koi bache re
ye hai janam janam ke phere
janam janam ke phere ye hai janam janam ke phere
janam janam ke phere ye hai janam janam ke phere

Cycles of birth, a relentless chase,
Each dawn, each dusk, they embrace.
None escape this endless race,
These cycles of birth, time cannot erase.
Cycles of birth, they bind and trace.

To Mathura go, to Vrindavan roam,
Or Kashi's ghats, your seeking home.
Suffering's touch, you must now know,
The eighty-four lakh rounds, a heavy blow.
Entangled in illusion, desire's snare,
Greed, delusion, a darkened lair.
Each dawn, each dusk, they enfold,
None escape this story, often told.
These cycles of birth, their grip so bold.
Cycles of birth, a tale unfolds.

Maya's embrace, the world's disguise,
Two-faced, a dance before our eyes.
Rise and fall, a fleeting stage,
Dawn's fanfare, a joyous page.
As twilight falls, pyres ignite,
Those you call "mine," vanish from sight.
Each dawn, each dusk, they surround,
None escape this circling ground.
These cycles of birth, profound.
Cycles of birth, the world is bound.

Light the lamp of knowledge bright,
In its glow, find your inner light.
Where does the traveler now roam?
In the Lord's love, find your home.
Joyful devotion, a molded form,
Who follows this light through the storm?
Krsnam saranam gachchami, let ignorance cease,
These deceptive nets, they never release.
Each dawn, each dusk, their hold,
None escape this story of old.
These cycles of birth, a soul's release.

Blessed is India's woman, a wondrous tale,
A smile on her lips, tears that unveil.
She garlands her husband, a flower's grace,
And sets ablaze, in fire's embrace.
He drinks the nectar, a blissful art,
She drinks the poison, a shattered heart.
Her sacrifice, her penance so true,
Turns humankind, to a different view.
Each dawn, each dusk, they embrace,
None escape this life's relentless chase.
These cycles of birth, at their pace.

The chains of these cycles, they never break,
Birth and death's maze, for goodness sake.
Yoga, renunciation, all seem so vain,
If you grasp your karma, your dharma's gain.
When Krishna's flute plays, the world takes flight,
Each dawn, each dusk, holding tight.
None escape this circling, the endless way,
These cycles of birth, come what may.
Cycles of birth, they lead astray.
Cycles of birth, where souls hold sway.