kou ektara bajaye
badan ke us paar bhi
kou ektara bajaye
badan ke us paar bhi
suni raha humse na daye
bas me na jiya humar ji
kou ektara bajaye
badan ke us paar bhi

surajmukhi phul man phula
taal taliya hansa bhula
surajmukhi phul man phula
taal taliya hansa bhula
mansarovar ki sudh aayi
aankh mund udna
mulk us chal barse
chhin pal jaha amrit dhar ji
kou ektara bajaye
badan ke us paar bhi

jis din hirna nis din khela
aayi kaisi dadak bela
jis din hirna nis din khela
aayi kaisi dadak bela
aag bhyanak us van laagi
haye jale hirna
jo sua pinjre me tadpe
prem apne taar di
kou ektara bajaye
badan ke us paar bhi

dur huyi naino ki jhayi
dekha rang mahal ka sai
dur huyi naino ki jhayi
dekha rang mahal ka sai
sai ka didar kiya re
rup bakharu kya
paanch sakhiya dekhi bhali
peeyu ka darbar ji
kou ektara bajaye
badan ke us paar bhi
kou ektara bajaye
badan ke us paar bhi

A one-stringed lute, a song begins,
Beyond the flesh, where spirit spins.
A one-stringed lute, a song takes flight,
Beyond the flesh, into pure light.
Our ears attend, yet understand,
Our souls unmoored, by unseen hand.
A one-stringed lute, the music calls,
Beyond the flesh, beyond all walls.

Sunflower blooms, the heart expands,
Pools of laughter fill the lands.
Sunflower blooms, the heart takes wing,
Pools of laughter, joy they bring.
Memories of sacred lakes arise,
Eyes now closed, to spirit skies.
Where heavens weep, and blessings pour,
A moment seized, forevermore.
A one-stringed lute, the music sighs,
Beyond the flesh, where truth now lies.

In forests where the deer did play,
A mournful hour, the break of day.
In forests where the deer took flight,
A mournful hour, dimming light.
Fire consumes, with cruelest sting,
Alas, the deer, their suffering.
As caged birds yearn, their spirits torn,
Love's very thread, begins to mourn.
A one-stringed lute, a whispered plea,
Beyond the flesh, eternally.

Gone are the veils from eyes that see,
The palace bright, the Beloved, He.
Gone are the veils, the shadows fade,
The palace bright, no longer swayed.
The Master seen, His essence known,
His form, to words, can not be shown.
Five sisters gaze, with loving eyes,
Within the court, where passion lies.
A one-stringed lute, the music flows,
Beyond the flesh, the spirit knows.
A one-stringed lute, the music weaves,
Beyond the flesh, the soul believes.