chal ud ja re panchhi
chal ud ja re panchhi ke ab ye desh hua begana
chal ud ja re panchhi

tune tinka tinka chunkar nagri ek basai
tune tinka tinka chunkar nagri ek basai
barish me teri bhigi pathe, dhup me garmi khai
gam na kar
gam na kar, jo teri mehnat tere kam na aayi
achha hai kuch le jane se, dekar hi kuch jana
chal ud ja re panchhi ke ab ye desh hua begana
chal ud ja re panchhi

Fly away, O bird,
fly away, for this land now feels estranged.
Fly away, O bird.

You, who gathered each wisp, each straw,
to build a city of your own design,
you, whose wings were soaked by rain,
and baked by the scorching sun.
Grieve not,
grieve not, if your labor yields no fruit,
it is better to give than to hoard, to leave a mark.
Fly away, O bird,
for this land now feels estranged.
Fly away, O bird.