o mere pyare bail chala chal jor se
o mere pyare bail chala chal jor se
mat kar beta shor chala chal jor se
hum dono ka bandha hai bandhan ha
ham dono ka bandha hai bandhan prit pyar ki dor se
o mere pyare bail chala chal jor se
mat kar bitwa shor chala chal jor se

udhar bhi parvat idhar bhi parvat
bich me nadiya nale bail ji, bich me nadiya nale
in jhrno ki tal pe mitwa koi ragni gale bail ji
koi ragni gale
dur khet me dekh morni haye dur khet me dekh morni
ishak kare hai mor se
o mere pyare bail chala chal jor se
mat kar bitwa shor chala chal jor se

dekhle suraj sar pe aaya baj gaye pure barah
bail ji baj gaye pure barah
are main khaunga chana bhatura tum kha lena chara
bail ji tum kha lena chara
khane ki khushboo aayi hai
khane ki khushboo aayi hai us dhabe ki aur se
o mere pyare bail chala chal jor se
mat kar beta shor chala chal jor se

shahar me jakar tum chup rahna dekh ke dhandhe kaale
bail ji dekh ke dhandhe kaale
tan ke ujle log waha par lekin man ke kale
bail ji lekin man ke kale
nili chhatri wala dekho haye
nili chatri wala dekho dekh raha hai jor se
o mere pyare bail chala chal jor se
mat kar bitwa shor chala chal jor se
o mere pyare bail chala chal jor se
mat kar bitwa shor chala chal jor se

My dear bull, onward with might,
My dear bull, onward in light,
My son, make no sound, onward in stride,
Bound are we, in a tie so wide.
Bound are we, by love's sweet cord,
My dear bull, onward, adored,
My son, make no sound, onward toward.

Mountains rise on either hand,
Between us, rivers, through the land.
To these waterfalls, dear bull, a song,
Let a melody, dear bull, belong,
To these waterfalls, a song we sing,
See the peahen, on the wing,
Yearning for her love, so strong.
My dear bull, onward with might,
My son, make no sound, onward in light.

See, the sun now at its peak,
Twelve strokes sound, the hours speak.
I'll feast on bread, you'll graze the hay,
Dear bull, at the close of day.
The scent of food, a fragrant call,
From that roadside, embracing all.
My dear bull, onward with might,
My son, make no sound, onward in light.

In the city, keep your peace,
At the dealings, their dark increase.
Bodies fair, within the town,
But shadowed hearts, looking down,
But shadowed hearts, they do demean.
The blue-umbrella, eyes keen,
Watching now, with a piercing scene.
My dear bull, onward with might,
My son, make no sound, onward in light.
My dear bull, onward with might,
My son, make no sound, onward in light.