gulab chand ki tere jag me kamai ho nahi sakti
khudai chhod de tujhse khudai ho nahi sakti
he bhagwan kit jaye base ho hamri khak udaye
hamri khak udaye bhagwan he bhagwan kit jaye

hum daulat walo se tumhari shan jamane bhar me
mandir or shivale hamne bandh diye ghar ghar me
mandir or shivale hamne mandir or shivale hamne
bandh diye ghar ghar me
phir bhi nahi tum sunte bhagwan
phir bhi nahi tum sunte bhagwan
pade ho kan dabaye he bhagwan kit jaye

mere gore gore gal rasili ankhiya
mere gore gore gal rasili ankhiya
jadu kar gayi tori mithi mithi batiya
rat rangili dekh more saiya
rat rangili dekh more saiya

chanda ke rang jaisi gori gori baiya
chanda ke rang jaisi gori gori baiya
mukhda sajan jaise phul patiya
mere gore gore gal rasili ankhiya
mere gore gore gal rasili ankhiya

ghar me gharwali bahar mera hua muh kala
kahe nikala tumne hamri izzat ka diwala
gair ke sang meri gair ke sang meri joru nache
mohe nind nahi aaye he bhagwan kit jaye

No moon-kissed rose, no worldly gain,
Can match the light you hold within.
Forsake this mortal claim, this desperate plea,
For where you dwell, you cannot truly be.
Oh, Lord, where do we go, scattered dust we are,
Where do we go, beneath your distant star?

Our wealth, a shimmer, a worldly boast,
Your glory built in temples, coast to coast.
The shrines and houses we have raised,
In every home, your name is praised.
Yet still, you do not hear, it seems,
You close your ears to our waking dreams.
Oh, Lord, where do we flee, the path unknown?

My cheeks, like blooms, a tender grace,
My eyes, a spell upon time and space.
Sweet words, a charm that softly falls,
As night unfolds, my lover calls.
My arms, like moonlight, pure and bright,
My face, a blossom in the fading light.
My cheeks, like blooms, a tender grace,
My eyes, a spell upon time and space.

My home, a stranger's bitter stare,
My face, defiled beyond compare.
My wife, with others, in dance she swirls,
And sleep escapes, in these tangled worlds.
Oh, Lord, where do we turn, consumed by woe?