nilkamal par dole bhanwara
gun gun gun kya gaye
nilkamal par dole bhanwara
nilkamal par dole bhanwara
gun gun gun kya gaye
ban titali kyun kali pe nache
aur kali kyun muskaye
nilkamal par dole bhanwara

lata drikht se kyun lipati hai
nadi kise milne ko chali hai
kis ke liye vyakul hai papiha
piya piya kyun gaye
nilkamal par dole bhanwara

chandr bina kyun chakor tadpe
chandr bina kyun chakor tadpe
jal bin min kyun pran taj de
kaun aag me jale patanga
jal kar kya sukh paye
nilkamal par dole bhanwara

dur kshitij par phul khile hai
dharti aur aakash mile hai
kinse milun main virah ki mari
bujhna chahe jiwan bati
kaun hume samjhaye
nilkamal par dole bhanwara

Upon the blue lotus, the bee does sway,
Humming secrets that drift away.
Upon the blue lotus, the bee does sway,
Upon the blue lotus, the bee does sway,
Humming secrets that drift away.
Why flutter as a butterfly, dancing near the bud?
And why does the bud smile and spread its good?
Upon the blue lotus, the bee does sway.

Why does the vine cling to the towering tree?
To whom does the river rush, wild and free?
For whom does the cuckoo call, its longing shown?
Pia, Pia, it cries, alone, alone.
Upon the blue lotus, the bee does sway.

Why does the moon-bird yearn for the moon's light?
Why does the moon-bird yearn for the night?
Without water, why does the fish give its all?
Why does the moth burn, answering the flame's call?
What joy is found in the fiery pyre's sway?
Upon the blue lotus, the bee does sway.

Far on the horizon, the blossoms bloom bright,
Earth and sky merge in a celestial light.
Whom shall I meet, consumed by this ache?
My life's flame flickers, for goodness sake.
Who can understand my heart's plight?
Upon the blue lotus, the bee does sway.