guru ne thik kaha
agdam bagdam baje dhol sambhaal pori jaail tol
are sambhaal are sambhaal are sambhaal pori jaail tol
aa ag bai g
jo bhi deewane pyar ke are jo bhi deewane pyar ke
sada chale talvar pe jo hai deewane pyar ke re
sada chale talvar pe aa... jo hai deewane pyar ke

kabhi kabhi pahuchi sajan ke gaav bhi
nahi to hua yahi kat gaye paav bhi
o... kabhi kabhi pahuche ye sajan ke gaav bhi
nahi to hua yahi kat gaye paav bhi
paav kat gaye to phir sar ke bal chala ke
sar bhi kat gaya to phir chal diye wafa liye
paav kat gaye to phir sar ke bal chala ke
sar bhi kat gaya to phir chal diye wafa liye
guru ne thik kaha
jo hai deewane pyar ke re sada chale talvar pe
jo hai deewane pyar ke sada chale talvar pe
jo hai deewane pyar ke

khichi talvar hai jivan rain ki
chali chali dhaar hai duniya ke nain ki
o... khichi talvar hai jivan rain ki
chali chali dhaar hai duniya ke nain ki
tukde tukde ho jigar wo churi ye pyar hai
pyar isko na kaho maut ki katar hai
tukde tukde ho jigar wo churi ye pyar hai
pyar isko na kaho maut ki katar hai
guru ne thik kaha
jo hai deewane pyar ke re sada chale talwar pe
jo hai deewane pyar ke re sada chale talwar pe
aa... jo hai deewane pyar ke re sada chale talvar pe
jo hai deewane pyar ke

The Guru spoke true,

When chaos drums, heed the beat, balance the soul,
Oh, balance the soul, oh, balance the soul!
Ah, come forth!

Those mad with love,
Those mad with love,
Forever tread the sword's edge, those mad with love,
Forever tread the sword's edge, ah... those mad with love.

Sometimes, they reach the Beloved’s village,
Or, this path, it takes their feet.
Oh... sometimes, they reach the Beloved’s village,
Or, this path, it takes their feet.
Feet severed, yet they crawl on heads,
Head severed, still they journey, loyalty held,
Feet severed, yet they crawl on heads,
Head severed, still they journey, loyalty held,
The Guru spoke true,
Those mad with love, forever tread the sword's edge,
Those mad with love, forever tread the sword's edge,
Those mad with love.

Drawn is the sword of life's dark night,
Flowing the blade of the world’s eye,
Oh... drawn is the sword of life's dark night,
Flowing the blade of the world’s eye,
To shatter the heart, that blade, this love,
Call it not love, but a line of death,
To shatter the heart, that blade, this love,
Call it not love, but a line of death,
The Guru spoke true,
Those mad with love, forever tread the sword's edge,
Those mad with love, forever tread the sword's edge,
Ah... those mad with love, forever tread the sword's edge,
Those mad with love.