saato sur mil jaye to ras ghole
ye pyari pyari basuri ki dhun bole
raat ka sapna tha jo ho gaya pura hai wo
aaj to jhume nache dil bole
dhun bole dhun bole ye pyari pyari basuri ki
dhun bole man dole man dole
ye ragni baje to mera man dole
saato sur mil jaye to ras ghole
ye pyari pyari basuri ki dhun bole
raat ka sapna tha jo ho gaya pura hai wo
aaj to jhume nache dil dole dhun bole dhun bole
ye pyari pyari basuri ki dhun bole
tan dole tan dole
ye dholki baje to mera tan dole

ye pyara pyara sangeet hamara
jab gunj uthe to sabke man ko bhaye
saajo ki mithi mithi ye dhun
mehfil me jo bhi gaaye sabko bhaye
ye pyara pyara sangeet hamara
sari duniya me sabke man ko bhaye
saajo ki mithi mithi ye dhun
man ka papiha baar baar bole
ras ghole ras ghole
ye shehnai ki pyari dhun ras ghole
man dole tan dole
ye shehnai baje to mera man dole

ye aasu kyon hai ye gam hai kaisa
ye hai jindagi haste gaate rehna
jo gam ho unko man me rakhna
prem ki ganga tu bahaate chalna
is bhumi par ye barbadi kyun hai
insano me ye nafrat bhi kyun hai
sargam amrit ras ghole
fir bhi duniya me ye zehar kyu hai
dhun bole dhun bole
ye pyari pyari basuri ki dhun bole
man dole man dole
ye ragni baje to mera man dole
saato sur mil jaye to ras ghole
ye pyari pyari basuri ki dhun bole
raat ka sapna tha jo ho gaya pura hai wo
aaj to jhume nache dil dole
dhun bole dhun bole
ye pyari pyari basuri ki dhun bole
man dole man dole
ye ragni baje to mera man dole

When seven notes converge, they spill nectar,
A sweet flute's song, a whispered vector.
The night's dream, now fulfilled and bright,
Today, the heart dances with pure light.
The tune speaks, the tune speaks,
Of the sweet flute's song, it seeks.
The heart sways, the heart sways,
As this melody plays, in myriad ways.
When seven notes converge, they spill nectar,
A sweet flute's song, a whispered vector.
The night's dream, now fulfilled and bright,
Today, the heart dances with pure light.
The tune speaks, the tune speaks,
Of the sweet flute's song, it seeks.
The body sways, the body sways,
As the drum's pulse sways in hazy daze.

This beloved music of ours,
When it echoes, it charms all powers.
The sweet, sweet music of the strings,
In the gathering, it joy brings.
This beloved music of ours,
Across the world, it inspires.
The sweet, sweet music of the strings,
The heart's cuckoo, it forever sings.
Nectar spills, nectar spills,
The shehnai's sweet song, it fulfills.
The heart sways, the body sways,
As the shehnai plays in varied ways.

Why these tears, this sorrow's trace?
Life is this: laugh and embrace.
Hold grief within, keep it deep,
Let love's river its course keep.
Why this ruin on this land?
Why this hate in every hand?
The seven notes spill the nectar's grace,
Yet poison blooms in this place.
The tune speaks, the tune speaks,
Of the sweet flute's song, it seeks.
The heart sways, the heart sways,
As this melody plays, in myriad ways.
When seven notes converge, they spill nectar,
A sweet flute's song, a whispered vector.
The night's dream, now fulfilled and bright,
Today, the heart dances with pure light.
The tune speaks, the tune speaks,
Of the sweet flute's song, it seeks.
The heart sways, the heart sways,
As this melody plays, in myriad ways.