baag ko janam denewala bagban, parivar ko janam dene wala pita
dono hi apne khun pasine se apne paudho ko sinchte hain
naa sirf apne ped se, uske saye se bhi pyar karte hain
kyun ki use ummid hai ek roj jab wo jindagi se thak jayega
yahi saya uske kam aayega

o dharti tarse, ambar barse, rut aaye, rut jaye hay
har mausam ki khushbu chunke bagban bag sajaye
bago ke har phul ko apna samjhe bagban
bago ke har phul ko apna samjhe bagban
har ghadi kare rakhwali, patti patti dali dali sinche bagban
bago ke har phul ko apnaa samjhe bagban
bago ke har phul ko apnaa samjhe bagban
har ghadi kare rakhwali, patti patti dali dali sinche bagban
bagban rab hai bagban, bagban rab hai bagban
bagban rab hai bagban, bagban rab hai bagban

o madhuban ki bahar le aaye
mausam rite rite, hay mausam rite rite
janam janam ki trishna bujh gayi
birha ke kshan bite, hay birha ke kshan bite
phir se sajaye bikhre apne sapne bagban
phir se sajaye bikhre apne sapne bagban
bagban rab hai bagban, bagban rab hai bagban
bagban rab hai bagban, bagban rab hai, rab hai bagban

o ungali thamke jin birhan ko hamne dikhayi rah
mat pita ki unke mann me tanik nahi parvah
o ansuan bhar naino se inko dekhe bagban
ansuan bhar naino se inko dekhe bagban
aa aa aa
bagban rab hai bagban, bagban rab hai bagban
bagban rab hai bagban, bagban rab hai bagban

o kisne dukh ki agni dali banjar ho gaye khet
o hari bhari jivan bagiya se udne lagi hai ret
kya boya tha, aur kya kata soche bagban
kya boya tha, aur kya kata soche bagban
aa aa aa
bagban rab hai bagban, bagban rab hai bagban
bagban rab hai bagban, bagban rab hai, rab hai bagban

o yahi sochke sanse likh di inn phulan ke nam
inki chhaniya chhaniya bite umrr ki dhalti sham
gunche hardam hi muskaye chahe bagban
gunche hardam hi muskaye chahe bagban
har ghadi kare rakhwali, patti patti dali dali sinche bagban
bagban rab hai bagban
bagban rab hai, rab hai, rab hai, rab hai, rab hai bagban

woh suraj hai layi jisne dhup aangan aangan me
kyun hai akelepan kaa andhera aaj usi ke daman me
kya chaha tha aur kya paya soche bagban
kya chaha tha aur kya paya soche bagban
aa aa aa
bagban rab hai bagban, bagban rab hai bagban
bagban rab hai bagban, bagban rab hai bagban
bagban, bagban

The Gardener, who births the garden, the Father, who births the home,
Both water their seedlings with sweat and with bone.
They love not just the tree, but its shadow too,
For in it, they hope, when life's journey is through,
That same shade will comfort, and see them right through.

Oh, the earth yearns, the heavens pour, seasons come and go, alas,
The Gardener gathers each season's perfume, to adorn the garden's grace.
He sees in each bloom, a part of his soul,
He sees in each bloom, a part of his soul,
Guarding them always, each leaf, each branch, he makes whole.
He sees in each bloom, a part of his soul,
He sees in each bloom, a part of his soul,
Guarding them always, each leaf, each branch, he makes whole.
The Gardener is God, the Gardener is God,
The Gardener is God, the Gardener is God.

Oh, the spring of Madhuban is here,
Seasons empty, empty, alas, seasons empty.
The thirst of lifetimes is quenched,
Moments of separation are past, alas, moments of separation.
Again he arranges, his scattered dreams, the Gardener,
Again he arranges, his scattered dreams, the Gardener,
The Gardener is God, the Gardener is God,
The Gardener is God, the Gardener is, is God.

Oh, with fingers clasped, he showed them the way,
But the parents' love, in their hearts, held no sway.
He sees them with tear-filled eyes, the Gardener,
He sees them with tear-filled eyes, the Gardener,
Ah, ah, ah...
The Gardener is God, the Gardener is God,
The Gardener is God, the Gardener is God.

Oh, who cast the fire of sorrow, leaving fields bare?
Oh, from the garden of life, the sands take to air.
What was sown, and what was reaped, the Gardener ponders,
What was sown, and what was reaped, the Gardener ponders,
Ah, ah, ah...
The Gardener is God, the Gardener is God,
The Gardener is God, the Gardener is, is God.

Oh, believing this, he breathed life into these blooms,
Their shadows, he hopes, will soften the twilight's glooms.
May the buds ever smile, wishes the Gardener,
May the buds ever smile, wishes the Gardener,
Guarding them always, each leaf, each branch, he makes whole.
The Gardener is God,
The Gardener is God, God, God, God, God.

He is the sun who brought light to every home,
Why then, is loneliness’s darkness in his own?
What was desired, and what was won, the Gardener ponders,
What was desired, and what was won, the Gardener ponders,
Ah, ah, ah...
The Gardener is God, the Gardener is God,
The Gardener is God, the Gardener is God,
The Gardener, the Gardener...