gaae jaa git milan ke, tu apane lagan ke
sajan ghar jaanaa hai

kaahe chhalake naino ki gagari kaahe barase jal
tum bin suni saajan ki nagari paradesiyaa ghar chal
pyaase hai dip nayan ke, tere darshan ke
sajan ghar

lut na jaae jivan kaa dheraa mujhako hai ye gam
ham akele, ye jag luteraa bichhade na milake ham
bigade nasib na banake ye din jivan ke
sajan ghar

dole nayanaa pritam ke dvaare milane ki ye dhun
baalam teraa tujhako pukaare yaad aanevaale sun
saathi milege bachapan ke khilege phul man ke
sajan ghar

Sing the song of union, of your own devotion,
For the Beloved's home awaits.

Why does the pitcher of eyes overflow, why does water pour?
Without you, the Beloved's city is desolate, wanderer, come home.
The lamps of the eyes thirst, for your sight,
To the Beloved's home.

Lest the caravan of life be plundered, this sorrow I bear.
We alone, this world a thief, let us not be separated though we meet.
Do not let fate unravel, these days of life,
To the Beloved's home.

The eyes yearn, at the Beloved's door, this tune of meeting.
My love calls to you, listen, the one who comes to mind.
Childhood friends will meet, the flowers of the heart will bloom,
To the Beloved's home.