mai toh chalu pashchhim, purab chale duniya
meri kismat pe badi jale duniya
mai toh chalu pashchhim, purab chale duniya
meri kismat pe badi jale duniya

jab se kisi ko basaaya hai dil me
jab se kisi ko basaaya hai dil me ho ho
halchal hai gairo ki har mehafil me
halchal hai gairo ki har mehafil me
mere ghar chanda, suraj chale duniya
meri kismat pe badi jale duniya
mai toh chalu pashchhim, purab chale duniya
meri kismat pe badi jale duniya

sapno me woh jab se aane lage hai
sapno me woh jab se aane lage hai
sham-o-sahar muskaraane lage hai
sham-o-sahar muskaraane lage hai
meri hansi pe tadap chale duniya
meri kismat pe badi jale duniya
mai toh chalu pashchhim, purab chale duniya
meri kismat pe badi jale duniya

raste me kaante bichhe hain toh kya hai
raste me kaante bichhe hain toh kya hai o o
jaalim yeh pahare lage hain toh kya hai
jaalim yeh pahare lage hain toh kya hai
mai jo chalu chhun-chhun sang chale duniya
meri kismat pe badi jale duniya
mai toh chalu pashchhim, purab chale duniya
meri kismat pe badi jale duniya

Westward I stride, the East a distant ache,
Burning bright, their envy, for my fate to take.
Westward I stride, the East a distant ache,
Burning bright, their envy, for my fate to take.

Since I enshrined a love within my breast,
Since I enshrined a love, a sacred guest,
A fever stirs in every stranger's hall,
A fever stirs, responding to my call.
My moon, my sun, within my home reside,
Burning bright, their envy, deep inside.
Westward I stride, the East a distant ache,
Burning bright, their envy, for my fate to take.

Since dreams have brought her visage to my sight,
Since dreams have brought, and filled my dark with light,
Each dawn, each dusk, a smile upon my face,
Each dawn, each dusk, I find my rightful place.
My laughter rings, and sets the world aflame,
Burning bright, their envy, whispering my name.
Westward I stride, the East a distant ache,
Burning bright, their envy, for my fate to take.

If thorns now bloom along my chosen way,
If thorns now bloom, and dare my soul to sway,
If cruelest guards are set to bar my path,
If cruelest guards invoke a vengeful wrath,
My every step, a song for all to hear,
Burning bright, their envy, year by year.
Westward I stride, the East a distant ache,
Burning bright, their envy, for my fate to take.