are apni gaadi chalti hai
kya kya rang badalti hai
are unchi nichi raaho se
o bachke kya nikalti hai
yaaro ke yaar hum, dosti hai dharam
yaaro ke yaar hum, dosti hai dharam
are apni gaadi chalti hai
kya kya rang badalti hai

o kaahe ki fikar humko
allah miya hi soche
koshish hai kaam apna
baaki hai ram bharose
o o kaahe ki fikar humko
are allah miya hi soche
koshish hai kaam apna
baaki hai ram bharose
gaaye ja ek hi dhun
paap kya, kya hai punay
are dhandhe sabke juda juda
bhayi dene wala wahi khuda
yaaro ke yaar hum, dosti hai dharam
yaaro ke yaar hum, dosti hai dharam
are apni gaadi chalti hai
kya kya rang badalti hai

o aansa hai janam lena
mushkil bada hai jeena
jeene ke naam pe kya
bahta hai khun pasina
jeena hai chaar din
har ghadi saans gin
are hum na jane bhala bura
are dene wala wahi khuda
yaaro ke yaar hum, dosti hai dharam
yaaro ke yaar hum, dosti hai dharam
hey apni gaadi chalti hai
are kya kya rang badalti hai

are mehnat to bahut ki hai
lekin mili na roti
are ha karte hai aish ab to
itni thi baat chhoti
are mehnat to bahut ki hai
lekin mili na roti
o karte hai aish ab to
itni thi baat chhoti
aajkal shor hai
har jagah shor hai
are jo bhi chaha wahi liya
bhayi dene wala wahi khuda
yaaro ke yaar hum, dosti hai dharam
yaaro ke yaar hum, dosti hai dharam
are apni gaadi chalti hai
are kya kya rang badalti hai
hey unchi nichi raaho se
are bachke kya nikalti hai
yaaro ke yaar hum, dosti hai dharam

Our chariot journeys on,
A spectrum of hues it dons.
Through paths both steep and low,
How deftly it does flow!
Friends to friends, our creed is grace,
Friends to friends, in time and space.
Our chariot journeys on,
A spectrum of hues it dons.

Why should we bear such care?
The Divine takes all to share.
Our striving is our deed,
The rest, a planted seed.
Why should we bear such care?
The Divine takes all to share.
Our striving is our deed,
The rest, a planted seed.
Sing on, one single tune,
What's sin, and what's the boon?
Each with its trade, its art,
The Giver, in our heart.
Friends to friends, our creed is grace,
Friends to friends, in time and space.
Our chariot journeys on,
A spectrum of hues it dons.

Easy to be born, we see,
But living, hard it be.
In living's name, we find,
Blood and sweat, for all mankind.
Four days to live, we're told,
Each breath, a story to be sold.
We know not good from wrong,
The Giver, in our song.
Friends to friends, our creed is grace,
Friends to friends, in time and space.
Our chariot journeys on,
A spectrum of hues it dons.

Much labor we have known,
Yet bread, it was not shown.
Now, pleasure we embrace,
Such a trivial space.
Much labor we have known,
Yet bread, it was not shown.
Now, pleasure we embrace,
Such a trivial space.
A clamor fills the air,
A clamor everywhere.
Whatever we desired, we took,
The Giver, in our look.
Friends to friends, our creed is grace,
Friends to friends, in time and space.
Our chariot journeys on,
A spectrum of hues it dons.
Through paths both steep and low,
How deftly it does flow!
Friends to friends, our creed is grace.