musafir hu yaaro
na ghar hai na thikana
din me hath thamkar
idhar bitha liya
raat me ishare se
udhar bula liya
subah se sham se mera dostana
musafir hu yaaro
na ghar hai na thikana
mujhe chalte jana hai
bas chalte jana

A traveler, friends, that's all I am,
No home to hold, no settled plan.
The sun, by day, took my hand in its own,
And set me here, upon a stone.
The night, with a beckoning finger, swayed,
And called me forth, where shadows played.
From dawn's first light to evening's gleam,
My friendship's forged in a fleeting dream.
A traveler, friends, that's all I claim,
No resting place, no whispered name.
I must keep moving, on I must roam,
To keep on walking, and call this home.