kayda tod ke socho ek din
arey kayda tod ke socho ek din
chand nikalta niche se maidan me rakha hota
mithi hoti mitti to mithe hote
patte arey socho chand pe dudh ke
gahre dariya bahte gore gore us me bhalu chite rahte
unche unche tile hote khul ke
khet or ghass faluda hoti to didi
kya maja aata or hath me chmach
le ke jate or raat din bas chand khate
chahe hota jayda kayda fayda fayda kafi fayda aakir fayda
acha socho suraj ka rang nila hota oe pedo ka rang lal lal

panchhi hote pani me vah or machhi gagan vishal
suraj ka rang nila hota pedo ka rang lal
panchhi hote pani me or machhi gagan vishal
toba tumne kiya kamal toba tumne kiya kamal
uper gagan vishal achcha socho nahi nahi soch ke dekho
khet me ugti tofi pead pe falte laddu pede nal kholo to coffe
acha soch ke dekho khet me ugti tofi pead pe falte laddu pede
nal kholo to coffe didi aisa kyo nahi hota hai kyo nahi hota
kayda kayda aakir kayda kayda kayda aakir kayda

Break the chains of thought, just for a day,
Oh, break them, and dream a different way.
Imagine the moon, a pearl in the field,
Rising from earth, secrets revealed.

If earth tasted sweet, like honeyed delight,
And leaves were sugared, bathed in moon's light,
Think of the milk that flows on the moon,
Rivers of white, beneath silver noon.
Bears and tigers, in pools so deep,
Mountains of cream where the wild creatures sleep.

Fields of delight, meadows so free,
Faluoda grows, a sweet luxury,
Spoons in our hands, a joyful embrace,
Eating the moon, at our own pace.
Laws would abound, a generous gain,
Such sweet advantages, again and again.

Imagine the sun, a cerulean hue,
And trees of crimson, a glorious view.
Birds swimming now, in watery skies,
And fish in the heavens, before our eyes.
The sun's blue embrace, the trees' fiery red,
Birds in the water, the fish overhead.

Such wonder you weave, such beauty you hold,
A marvel of dreams, more precious than gold.
Think again, oh, dare to perceive,
Toffee that blooms in the fields, we believe!
Laddoos from trees, in sweet, rounded grace,
Coffee that flows from a tap in this place.
Toffee in fields, laddoos from the tree,
Coffee that pours, wild and free.
Why, oh, why, does it not be?
Why not this world, for you and for me?
Laws, laws, that bind and then decree,
Laws, laws, forever, will they be?