mahak rahi phulawaari hamari
mahak rahi phulawaari
jhum rahi hai daari-daari daari-daari
mahak rahi phulawaari hamari
mahak rahi phulawaari

kaisi kaisi chali hawaaye phul-phal bikharaaye
kaisi kaisi chali hawaaye phul-phal bikharaaye
man aashaa kaa ped sukhaayaa
dukh par dukh pahonchaaye
meraa banataa kaam naa bigadaa
maut bhi thak ke haari
mahak rahi phulawaari hamari
mahak rahi phulawaari

dukh ke baadal phir ghir aaye
bigadaa kaam banaayaa
jiwan-jal ne baras-baras ke
gaya sama palataayaa
phir se mahaki phir se lahaki
phir se mahaki phir se lahaki
sukhi hui har kyaari
mahak rahi phulawaari hamari
mahak rahi phulawaari

Our garden blooms, its fragrance bright,
Our garden blooms.
Each branch now sways, in sunlit light,
Each branch now sways.
Our garden blooms, its fragrance bright,
Our garden blooms.

What winds did blow, what blossoms fell,
What winds did blow?
The fruit of hope, a bitter spell,
And sorrow's flow.
My work undone, by grief's sharp sting,
But death itself now yields and sighs,
Our garden blooms, its fragrance bright,
Our garden blooms.

Dark clouds of woe, my work did mar,
My work did mar.
But life's own rain, from near and far,
Turned day's bright star.
Then bloom again, then sprout anew,
Then bloom again, then sprout anew,
Each thirsty bed, now satisfied.
Our garden blooms, its fragrance bright,
Our garden blooms.