son bhanwar udd jayega son bhanwar udd jayega
mohak man se jab bhor bhai jab son bhanwar udd jayega
sone ka tab mitti hoga sone ka tab mitti hoga
murkh man pashtayaga son bhanwar udd jayega

panchhi ki jo chapan damni
panchhi ki jo chapan damni
chanchal ,kanchanaur kamni
na tu isme man bahlayega
son bhanwar udd jayega

lakh bnaye rang mahal par
lakh bnaye rang mahal par
khak me sab mil jayega
lakh bnaye rang mahal par
son bhanwar udd jayega

Golden whirlpool, it shall rise, the golden whirlpool shall rise.
When dawn breaks upon the enchanting mind, the golden whirlpool shall take flight.
Gold shall then become dust, gold shall then become dust.
The foolish mind shall lament, the golden whirlpool shall rise.

The fleeting gleam of a bird's wing,
The fleeting gleam of a bird's wing,
Fickle, golden, and alluring.
Do not lose yourself in these;
Nothing will you hold in your hand.
The golden whirlpool shall rise.

Though you build a palace of a million hues,
Though you build a palace of a million hues,
All shall mingle with the dust.
Though you build a palace of a million hues,
The golden whirlpool shall rise.