simaye bulaye tujhe chal rahi
simaye bulaye tujhe chal rahi simaye pukare sipahi
simaye bulaye tujhe chal rahi simaye pukare sipahi
simaye bulaye tujhe chal rahi simaye pukare sipahi
suno jane vale, suno jane vale laut ke aana
suno jane vale laut ke aana, koi rah dekhe bhul na jana
tum bin pal pal rahungi main bekal banke birhan
sang hai tumhare mere desh ke sipahi
mera man mera man mera man
simaye bulaye tujhe chal rahi simaye pukare sipahi
simaye bulaye tujhe chal rahi simaye pukare sipahi, suno jane vale

tum aur main jo sang na honge to holi mein bhi rang na honge
tum aur main jo sang na honge to holi mein bhi rang na honge
barf se thandi, koyale se kaali tum bin hogi har diwali
ho sikheinge badal aansu bahana aag lagane ko jan jalane
ko hoga savan, savan ki is agni kaa hoga
indhan mera man mera man
simaye bulaye tujhe chal rahi simaye pukare sipahi
simaye bulaye tujhe chal rahi simaye pukare sipahi, suno jane vale

ghar ke ye kamre aangan dvare raah takeinge ye bhi to sare
ghar ke ye kamre aangan dvare raah takeinge ye bhi to sare
khali rahegi kursi tumhari pyasi rahegi phulo ki kyari
ho tarsega tumko sara gharana
banho ko pasare suno tumhi ko pukare is ghar ka aangan
jao tum chahe kahin sath hai meri dhadkan mera man mera man
simaye bulaye tujhe chal rahi simaye pukare sipahi
simaye bulaye tujhe chal rahi simaye pukare sipahi
suno jane vale laut ke aana koi raah dekhe bhul na jana
tum bin pal pal rahungi main bekal banke birhan
sang hai tumhare mere desh ke
sipahi mera man mera man mera man
simaye bulaye tujhe chal rahi simaye pukare sipahi
simaye bulaye tujhe chal rahi simaye pukare sipahi
simaye bulaye tujhe chal rahi simaye pukare sipahi
simaye bulaye tujhe chal rahi simaye pukare sipahi

The borders call to you, traveler, go forth.
The borders call, the soldiers beckon, go forth.
The borders call, the soldiers beckon, go forth.
The borders call, the soldiers beckon, go forth.
Listen, you who go, listen, you who depart, return.
Listen, you who go, return, forget not the path.
Without you, each moment, I will be restless, a maiden forlorn.
With you are the soldiers of my land.
My heart, my heart, my heart.
The borders call to you, traveler, go forth.
The borders call, the soldiers beckon, go forth.
Listen, you who go.

If you and I are not together, Holi will lack color.
If you and I are not together, Holi will lack color.
Like ice, so cold, like a crow, so dark, every Diwali will be without you.
Clouds will learn to weep tears, to ignite a fire that burns and consumes.
The monsoon will arrive, the fuel for this fire will be,
my heart, my heart.
The borders call to you, traveler, go forth.
The borders call, the soldiers beckon, go forth.
Listen, you who go.

These rooms of the house, the courtyard, the doors, they too will await your return.
These rooms of the house, the courtyard, the doors, they too will await your return.
Your chair will remain empty, the flowerbeds will thirst.
The whole family will yearn for you.
Stretching out their arms, listen, they call for you, this home's courtyard.
Go where you must, my heartbeat is with you, my heart, my heart.
The borders call to you, traveler, go forth.
The borders call, the soldiers beckon, go forth.
Listen, you who go, return, forget not the path.
Without you, each moment, I will be restless, a maiden forlorn.
With you are the soldiers of my land.
My heart, my heart, my heart.
The borders call to you, traveler, go forth.
The borders call, the soldiers beckon, go forth.
The borders call, the soldiers beckon, go forth.
The borders call, the soldiers beckon, go forth.