nadiya ye nadiya ye nadiya bahati hai
sadiyo se bahati hai
chalna hi jivan hai shayad ye kahani hai
pashu pakheru ki ye nis din pyas bujhati hai
isi liye ye nadiya sadiyo se bahti hai

aankho mein mausam ki muskan samaai hai
aanchal mein lahro ki pahchan samai hai
pavan chale purwai lahrati chalti hai
uljhi lat na sulajhe ye gati chalti hai
are nahi nahi thake kisano ko
ye mithi nind sulati hai
isi liye haa isi liye ye purwai
ye gaati chalti hai

gale lagaye panchhi rangin fijo ko
bhar lu in baho mein main preet ghatao ko
in sawan mein rimjhim achcha batao to
are in sawan mein rimjhim
ye ghata barsati hai jal barsa kar
shayad khud pyasi rahti hai
kheto ko pani deti hai fasal ugati hai
isi liye haa isi liye
sawan mein ye ghata barsati hai
ye nadiya bahati hai sadiyo se bahati hai
chalna hi jivan hai shayad ye kahati hai

The river, oh the river, it flows,
Since epochs it courses, as everyone knows.
To move is to live, its whispers we hear,
Quenching the thirst of all creatures held dear.
Thus, the river, for ages, its journey sustains.

The eyes of the seasons, a smile they embrace,
In its folds, the waves hold a familiar grace.
The east wind it breezes, a dance it will weave,
Tangled tresses it sings, yet refuses to leave.
No, no, weary farmers, it lulls to sweet sleep,
And so, yes, and so, the east wind, its song will keep.

The colored horizons, the birds it caress,
In these arms of love, I gather, I bless,
The rain of the monsoon, a rhythm so sweet,
Oh, in the monsoon, the droplets we meet,
The cloud it pours water, its thirst it conceals,
Nourishing fields, the harvest reveals.
Thus, yes, and so, in the monsoon, it pours,
The river it flows, as it has done before.
To move is to live, its wisdom it keeps.