mati kahe kumhar se tu kya ronde mohe
ek din aisa aayega mai rondungi tohe
hari om hari om hari om hari om hari om
mati me mil jana re bhai mati me mil jana
mati me mil jana re bhai mati me mil jana
mati me mil jana re bhai mati me mil jana
do din ke jag ke mele me aaj rahe kal jana kal jana
mati me mil jana re bhai mati me mil jana
mati me mil jana re bhai mati me mil jana

o babu topi wala o bhaiya pagdi wala
le lo le lo ye meri kanthi mala
le lo le lo ye meri kanthi mala
le lo le lo ye meri kanthi mala re
le lo le lo ye meri kanthi mala
meri mala me chhip jaye sab gadbad ghotala
set sahab ko mile sethani aur lali ko lala
o babu topi wala o bhaiya pagdi wala
wahi sukhi hai jisne pyare phera man ka dana phera man ka dana
mati me mil jana re bhai mati me mil jana
mati me mil jana re bhai mati me mil jana

mera pan bnaras wala halka tapka chuna
aye ji halka tapka chuna jisne kha liya
ek gilori chela ban gaya duna aye ji chela ban gaya duna
sonp supari khusabu thandak kala pila chuna
mogara mandva bangla deshi buna
loge kon namuna babu loge kon namuna babu
loge kon namuma babu oye loge kon namuma babu

hey bhanti bhanti ke log lgate
dhera naya purana dhera naya purana
mati me mil jana re bhai mati me mil jana
mati me mil jana re bhai mati me mil jana
hey chale aao chale aao chale aao
take wale chale aao bhukhe wale chale aao paise wale
chale aao meri pyari dukan sabse pyari dukan
meri pyari dukan sabse pyari dukan
dekho dekho nach raha hai ek albela bandar ek albela
bandar jane kisi ka ji samaya kathputli ke andar
kathputli ke andar nache raja oye nache rani
oye nache mast kalandar

hey nacha raha hai nchane wala
sabko nach lubhana sabko nach lubhana
mati me mil jana re bhai mati me mil jana
mati me mil jana re bhai mati me mil jana
mati me mil jana re bhai mati me mil jana
mati me mil jana re bhai mati me mil jana

The clay speaks to the potter, "Why do you tread on me?"
"A day will come," she sighs, "When I'll tread on thee."
Hari Om, Hari Om, Hari Om, Hari Om, Hari Om.
Return to dust, O brother, return to dust.
Return to dust, O brother, return to dust.
Return to dust, O brother, return to dust.
In this fleeting world's fair, today we stay, tomorrow, depart, depart.
Return to dust, O brother, return to dust.
Return to dust, O brother, return to dust.

Oh, cap-wearing sir, oh brother,
Take, take, this mala of my beads.
Take, take, this mala of my beads.
Take, take, this mala of my beads, oh.
Take, take, this mala of my beads.
In my mala, all chaos will hide.
The merchant finds his wife, and the girl, a son.
Oh, cap-wearing sir, oh turbaned brother,
He is blessed who turns the grain of his mind, the grain of his mind.
Return to dust, O brother, return to dust.
Return to dust, O brother, return to dust.

My betel leaf, from Banaras, a touch of gentle lime.
Ah, a touch of gentle lime, that one who consumes,
Becomes a disciple, doubled in time! Ah, doubled in time!
Fennel, areca, fragrance, coolness, black and yellow lime.
Mogara, mandwa, the bungalow's weave.
Which sample will you take, sir? Which sample will you take, sir?
Which sample will you take, sir? Oh, which sample will you take, sir?

Behold, the varied people gather,
Old and new, the crowd expands, the crowd expands.
Return to dust, O brother, return to dust.
Return to dust, O brother, return to dust.
Come, come, come!
The stitched ones, come! The hungry ones, come! The moneyed ones,
Come to my beloved shop, the dearest shop.
My beloved shop, the dearest shop.
See! A dance, a wondrous ape, a wondrous ape,
The ape's heart, entwined with the puppet's soul.
Within the puppet, the king dances, oh! The queen dances,
Oh, a joyous dervish dances!

Ah, the king dances, the queen dances,
All are charmed by the dance, charmed by the dance.
Return to dust, O brother, return to dust.
Return to dust, O brother, return to dust.
Return to dust, O brother, return to dust.
Return to dust, O brother, return to dust.