koyal bole ku papiha bole pi
o jeene wale duniya me hans hans jee
hans hans jee
are o rona na kabhi
koyal bole ku papiha bole pi
o jeene wale duniya me hans hans jee
hans hans jee
are o rona na kabhi
koyal bole

apne charo aur dekh le chidiyan karti shor
are bhai jagah jagah
are bhai jagah jagah
masti me dub ke naach rahe hain mor
tu bhi tu bhi
man ki khidki khol re
tu bhi hansi khushi me jara dol re
badi anmol hain re teri ye zindagi
o badi anmol hain re teri ye zindagi
koyal bole
koyal bole ku papiha bole pi
o jeene wale duniya me hans hans jee
hans hans jee
are o rona na kabhi
koyal bole ku

jahan jara si aafat aayi
log machate halla
haye haye log machate halla
koi kahta ho haye ram
koi pukare allah
ha koi pukare allah
are o jab honi hain wahi baat
are honi hain wahi baat jo kismat me likhi
phie mathe ko pit pit tu kyu rota hain kyu ji
yaha milte nahi hain sada phul re
jara kaanto ko bhi karle qubul re
ye hain tujhse humari chhoti si vinti
ye hain tujhse humari chhoti si vinti
koyal bole ku
koyal bole ku papiha bole pi
o jeene wale duniya me hans hans jee
hans hans jee
are o rona na kabhi
koyal bole ku

The cuckoo calls, the papiha cries 'peeah',
O, you who live, laugh through the world's tear,
Yes, laugh and live,
Never, ever weep.
The cuckoo calls.

Look around, see the birds in joyous sound,
Everywhere, they sing,
Lost in glee, the peacocks bound,
So dance with your heart unbound.
Open the window of your soul,
And sway in laughter, make yourself whole.
Precious beyond measure is this life you hold,
Oh, precious beyond measure is this story told.
The cuckoo calls.

When hardship strikes, a tremor in the air,
The world cries out, a chorus of despair,
Some wail 'Oh Ram,' others call to their God,
When fate unfolds, and destiny trod,
Why beat your brow and weep and mourn?
Here, blossoms fade and thorns are born.
Accept the thorns, a humble plea,
A small request, from you and me.
The cuckoo calls.