prit ke badhan me bandhi
karti chali pukaar
nirmohi bhanvra phire jiska jutha payar

un par kaun kare ji vishvaas
un par kaun kare ji vishvaas
kie bhanvaro kaa bhes phire kaliyo ke desh
kare rasiyaa jo ghar-ghar vilaas
un par kaun kare ji vishvaas
un par kaun kare ji vishvaas

o ye to jug-jug ki hai pyaas
ye to jug-jug ki hai pyaas
jise bhanvaraa bujhae kali-kali paas aae
kare puri adhuri jo aas
ye to jug-jug ki hai pyaas
ye to jug-jug ki hai pyaas

ras ke lobhi chain na paaen
ulte apani pyaas badhaaen
ras ke lobhi chain na paaen
ulte apani pyaas badhaaen
ek pyaali se jo prit lagaaen
ek pyaali se jo prit lagaaen
janam-janam ki pyaas bujhaaen
janam-janam ki pyaas bujhaaen
jaise dharati aur aakaash
jaise dharati aur aakaash
jab dono mile to saari srishti hile
chhaae patajhad me bhi madhumaas
un par kaun kare ji vishvaas
un par kaun kare ji vishvaas

suraj hai ek usaki kirane hazaar hai
sarjan haaraa hai use kan-kan se pyaar hai
suraj hai ek usaki kirane hazaar hai
sarjan haaraa hai use kan-kan se pyaar hai
badhan me prit ke kab vo laachaar hai
vo har kamlini ke man kaa singaar hai
vo har kamlini ke man kaa singaar hai
kare ghar-ghar me vo prakaash
kare ghar-ghar me vo prakaash
usakaa hirday vishaal usme navayug ki jwaal
nav-jivan bhari uski shvaas
ye to jug-jug ki hai pyaas
ye to jug-jug ki hai pyaas

kamlan ko ravi ek hai
ravi ko kamlini hamse tumko naa sahi
tumse humko ek
ek din ke devta ho ek din ke naath ho
jaaye kaha jab pati ne chhod diya saath ho
ek janm kya hajaaro janm ki jo sangini
uski preet par kyu maut ka kathor haath ho
ae gagan agan pawan daso dishaaye bol do
naari ke dharam me kya bharam hai bhed khol do
jwaal jab bana sindur mehandi bani aag ho
maang me sawaaru kaise jab luta suhaag ho
luta suhaag ho, luta suhaag ho
kiske dar pe ho chale anugamini jawaab do
kyu suhaagini bane abhagini jawaab do
hai jagat me jab pati mujhe koi jawaab do
kis chita me wo jale sati koi jawaab do
kis chita me wo jale sati koi jawaab do
koi jawaab do, koi jawaab do

Bound by the silken threads of love,
A call echoes, a desperate plea.
The heartless bumblebee, its affection a sham,
A lover's cruel deceit, a false decree.

On such, how can faith reside?
On such, how can faith abide?
Bumblebees disguised, in gardens they roam,
Flitting from bud to bud, in every home.
These pleasure-seekers, a heartless tide.
On such, how can faith preside?
On such, how can faith confide?

Oh, this thirst, ages old and deep,
This thirst, the ages keep.
The bee attempts to quench, each blossom near,
Fulfilling hopes, yet leaving them unclear.
This thirst, the secrets sleep.
Oh, this thirst, the ages keep.

Cravers of nectar find no peace,
Only their own thirst increase.
Cravers of nectar find no ease,
Only their own thirst appease.
Should love be poured from a single chalice,
Then the thirst of lifetimes, it will solace.
Like earth and sky, bound in embrace,
When they meet, a cosmos takes flight,
Even in autumn, a honeyed trace,
On such, how can faith ignite?

The sun is one, its rays a thousand fold,
The Creator’s love, in every atom, bold.
The sun is one, its rays in gold,
The Creator's love, in stories told.
In love’s embrace, the sun is never controlled.
He is the lotus's heart, a tale untold.
He is the lotus's heart, a story of old.
He brings light to every space,
He brings light to every place.
His heart is vast, within, a new age's fire,
New life breathes in every grace.
Oh, this thirst, the ages keep.

The lotus has one sun,
The sun, the lotus, us, and you,
You, and we, one.
A deity of a single day, a lord of transient sway,
Where does one go when a husband goes away?
Why, in a thousand births, is one bound to the same soul mate?
Why does death's harsh hand reach out to play?
Oh, heavens, oh winds, tell all the ways,
In a woman's dharma, what confusion sways?
When the flame becomes vermilion, the henna, fire's grace,
How can I adorn my parting, when my fortune is erased?
When my fortune is erased, when my fortune is erased?
Whose fear leads you, the follower, to what place?
Why do you become ill-fated, when you were meant to embrace?
When a husband is in the world, answer me, say,
In whose funeral pyre does the sati find her day?
Answer me, say, answer me, say.