ye sehere tamanna, ameero ki duniya
ye khudgarz aur, bezameero ki duniya
yahan sukh mujhe, do jahan ka milla hain
mera gaon jane, kahan kho gaya hai
mera gaon jane, kahan kho gaya hai

ye sehere tamanna, ameero ki duniya
ye khudgarz aur, bezameero ki duniya
yahan sukh mujhe, do jahan ka milla hain
mera gaon jane, kahan kho gaya hai
mera gaon jane, kahan kho gaya hai

wo gaaon ke bachche, wo bachcho ki toli
wo bholi wo, masum chahat ki boli
wo gaaon ke bachche, wo bachcho ki toli
wo bholi wo, masum chahat ki boli
wo guli wo danda, wo ladna wo jjagadna
magar hath phir, dosti se pakdna
wo manzar har ek, yaad phir aa raha hain
mera gaon jane, kahan kho gaya hai
mera gaon jane, kahan kho gaya hai

wo chopaal wo, aalha udal ke kisse
wo geeton ki ganga, wo saawan ke jhule
wo chopaal wo, aalha udal ke kisse
wo geeton ki ganga, wo saawan ke jhule
wo lutata hua, pyaar wo zindagani
hain mere liye bhuli, bisari kahani
chhalakti hain aankhe, ye dil ro raha hain
mera gaon jane, kahan kho gaya hai
mera gaon jane, kahan kho gaya hai

ye chandi ye sona, ye heere ye moti
thi anmol in sabse, ek sukhi roti
ye chandi ye sona, ye heere ye moti
thi anmol in sabse ek sukhi roti
jo maine gawaye, na koi gawaye
ke ghar chhod koi, na pardesh aaye
milega na ab wo, jo pichhe luta hain
mera gaon jane, kahan kho gaya hai
mera gaon jane, kahan kho gaya hai

ye sehere tamanna, ameero ki duniya
ye khudgarz aur, bezameero ki duniya
yahan sukh mujhe, do jahan ka milla hain
mera gaon jane, kahan kho gaya hai
mera gaon jane, kahan kho gaya hai

This city of wants, a realm of the rich,
A world of selves, where compassion finds a ditch.
Here I find the joys, of both worlds aligned,
But my village, oh where, has it declined?
My village, oh where, has it declined?

This city of wants, a realm of the rich,
A world of selves, where compassion finds a ditch.
Here I find the joys, of both worlds aligned,
But my village, oh where, has it declined?
My village, oh where, has it declined?

Those village children, that youthful band,
Their innocent words, I understand.
Those village children, that youthful band,
Their innocent words, I understand.
Of sticks and stones, of fights and of frays,
But hands clasped in friendship, through all of their days.
Each memory surfaces, vividly clear,
But my village, oh where, has it disappeared?
My village, oh where, has it disappeared?

The village square, the tales of old,
The Ganga of songs, stories yet told.
The village square, the tales of old,
The Ganga of songs, stories yet told.
That love which was lost, that life that was spent,
For me, a forgotten, a rain-fallen event.
My village, oh where, has it disappeared?
My village, oh where, has it disappeared?

This silver, this gold, these jewels so bright,
A simple, dry bread, held more pure light.
This silver, this gold, these jewels so bright,
A simple, dry bread, held more pure light.
What I have forsaken, none can reclaim,
No one leaves their home, to chase after fame.
What’s lost, cannot be, found in this sphere,
My village, oh where, has it disappeared?
My village, oh where, has it disappeared?

This city of wants, a realm of the rich,
A world of selves, where compassion finds a ditch.
Here I find the joys, of both worlds aligned,
But my village, oh where, has it declined?
My village, oh where, has it declined?