main to chalta hi raha
main to chalta hi raha
o rasta mujhe milta hi gaya
main to chalta hi raha
o rasta
mujhe milta hi raha
kuch haath deke bhi
kheenche chale the
kuch saath hoke bhi
peeche pade the
main sambhalta hi raha
o rasta
mujhe milta hi gaya
main to chalta hi raha
o rasta
mujhe milta hi gaya

ik gaaon aisa aaya re bandhuaa
pyaase pade the bade kalse the sookhe
kuaan tha andha pani chadhe na pade
ik gaaon aisa aaya re bandhuaa
pyaase pade the bade kalse the sookhe
kuaan tha andha pani chadhe na pade
kouvay ne kahin se patthar juta ke
chonch bhar bhar ke kuvey me phenke
gaaon phir chalakta hi raha

ek shehar me maaya aur mukti
lubhati thi woh badi
ek shehar me maaya aur mukti
lubhaati thi woh badi
saj dhaj ke chokhat pe
yun maayus dono thi khadi
mukti ki maaya me
gol gol ghume kabhi
maaya se mukti ki
dhak dhol baje kahi
dono naa palle pade
main kya jaanu re shatir hain dono
ik bin dooji na lade
maaya aur mukti ka
maine shehar chhoda re
baahar hi mili shanti
main usi ka hua re

main to chalta hi raha
o rasta
mujhe milta hi gaya
main to chalta hi raha
mujhe milta hi gaya
main to chalta hi raha
o rasta
mujhe milta hi gaya
main to chalta hi gaya
o rasta
mujhe milta hi gaya

I walked onward, evermore,
the path unveiled, before.
I walked onward, I did roam,
the path found its way home.

Some, with helping hands, did draw me near,
while others, joined, yet lingered in the rear.
I steadied, I held, with every stride,
the path unfolded, deep inside.
I walked onward, I did roam,
the path found its way home.

A village came, a captive's plight,
thirst-stricken, dry, consumed by night.
Vessels parched, a well, its depth obscured,
water refused, the life unheard.
A village came, a captive's plight,
thirst-stricken, dry, consumed by night.
Vessels parched, a well, its depth obscured,
water refused, the life unheard.
A crow, from somewhere, stones did find,
beak by beak, to the depths combined,
the village then, began to gleam.

In a city, Maya and Moksha did reside,
tempting, alluring, side by side.
In a city, Maya and Moksha did reside,
tempting, alluring, side by side.
Adorned, they stood, upon the door,
both despondent, wanting more.
In Moksha's Maya, a whirling dance,
from Maya, Moksha’s echoing trance.
Neither understood, the intricate game,
I know not, cunning, both the same.
Without the other, they cannot fight,
I left the city, in the fading light.
Outside, I found, serenity's grace,
I became one, with that sacred space.

I walked onward, evermore,
the path unveiled, before.
I walked onward, I did roam,
the path found its way home.
I walked onward, evermore,
the path unveiled, before.
I walked onward, I did roam,
the path found its way home.