ye kaun thak ke so raha
ye kaun thak ke so raha hain
gulmohar ki chhav me
ye kaun ke thak ke so raha hain
gulmohar ki chhav me
ye phul hain raag hain
ye kaun ke thak ke so raha hain
gulmohar ki chhav me

jagau main kise ke phir sulag uthenge chingniya
jagau main kise ke phir sulag uthenge chingniya
garaj uthengi badliyan garaj uthengi bijliyan
garaj uthengi badliyan garaj uthengi bijliyan
thakaan khone do ise swpan pirone de ise
ye mukhliso ka taaj hain
ye desh ka suhag hain
ye kaun ke thak ke so raha hain
gulmohar ki chhav me

na ghum ae jamin tu na rang badal lo aasmaa
na ghum ae jamin tu na rang badal lo aasmaa
bhaut dino pe hain bana ke bijliyo me aashiya
bhaut dino pe hain bana ke bijliyo me aashiya
najar ise lage nahi
hawa ise chhue nahi
ye soj hain saaz hain
ye baag ka ye baag hain
ye kaun ke thak ke so raha hain
gulmohar ki chhav me

ye us safar pe hain chala khushi jaha haram hain
ye us safar pe hain chala khushi jaha haram hain
ke gam jahan mukaam hain subah jaha ki sham hain
ke gam jahan mukaam hain subah jaha ki sham hain
sunao loriya ise
pilau chandni ise
ye subah ka shabab hain
ye zindagi ka raag hain
ye kaun ke thak ke so raha hain
gulmohar ki chhav me

Who slumbers, weary, at rest?
Who slumbers, weary, at rest?
In the gulmohar's shade,
Who slumbers, weary, at rest?
In the gulmohar's shade.
Is it a flower, or a song?
Who slumbers, weary, at rest?
In the gulmohar's shade.

Whom shall I rouse, lest embers ignite?
Whom shall I rouse, lest embers ignite?
Lest clouds roar, and lightnings ignite,
Lest clouds roar, and lightnings ignite.
Let weariness fade, let dreams intertwine,
This is the crown of the true,
This is the nation's bloom.
Who slumbers, weary, at rest?
In the gulmohar's shade.

Do not turn, O earth, nor heavens shift hue,
Do not turn, O earth, nor heavens shift hue,
For in lightnings, a home he built anew,
For in lightnings, a home he built anew.
May no gaze touch him,
May no wind disturb him,
He is a burning melody,
He is the garden, the song.
Who slumbers, weary, at rest?
In the gulmohar's shade.

He journeys forth, where joy is forbidden,
He journeys forth, where joy is forbidden,
Where sorrow's the station, dawn's just a shade,
Where sorrow's the station, dawn's just a shade.
I'll sing lullabies to him,
Offer moonlight to him,
He is the dawn's youth,
He is life's own song.
Who slumbers, weary, at rest?
In the gulmohar's shade.