ek samay tha jab ki devta
sare tumse darte the
bijli pahra deti thi
aur badal pani bharte the aur aaj
jaise aankho se aasu
jaise aankho se aasu
aise nikle ho tum
khushiyo ka chaman luta kar
kis or chale ho tum
jaise aankho se aasu

mahlo ki dahli jhuthi
phulo ki veni tuti
raja se rank bane ho
phir bhi sabke apne ho
rote sare phalwasi
roti hai ek ek dasi
utre sabke chehre hai
sabke hi nain bhare hai
koi bhi kya badlega
jitne badle ho tum
khusiyo ka chaman luta kar
kis or chale ho tum
jaise aankho se aasu

tum satya veer tum dani
he dhanay hui kurbani
gum ki gathri kandhe par
aur dhram ki lathi lekar
tum dhukh me hasna sikhe
kya kahne is masti ke
jinko aage badhna hai
har sankat se ladna hai
andhiyara dhul jayega
jitne ujle ho tum
khusiyo ka chaman luta kar
kis or chale ho tum
bahte aanhko se aasu

faste ho kabhi daldal me
ya phir nadiya ke jala me
chubhte kate paavo me
uljhe ho kin bhavo me
tum nange pairo wale
pad gaye hai kitne chale
pad gaye hai kitne chale
auro ka dukh apne upar
khud odh chale ho tum
khushiyo ka chaman luta kar
kis or chale ho tum
jaise aankho se aasu

Once, gods bowed in fear,
Before your light, so clear.
Lightning stood guard,
Clouds poured forth, so hard.
And now, like tears from eyes,
Like tears, so you arise.
Having plundered gardens of joy,
Towards which shore do you employ?
Like tears from eyes.

The palaces, false and frail,
Flower garlands, now they fail.
From king to pauper, you descend,
Yet, to all, you still extend.
The floral blooms all weep,
Each handmaiden, her sorrow deep.
Faces fall, devoid of cheer,
Every eye, a brimming tear.
Will anyone e'er amend?
The ways you now transcend.
Having plundered gardens of joy,
Towards which shore do you employ?
Like tears from eyes.

You are truth, a hero, giver,
Blessed, this sacrifice, forever.
Grief's heavy burden on your shoulder,
With dharma's staff, you grow bolder.
You learned to laugh in pain,
What words can this zest contain?
Those who must onward stride,
Against each crisis, they confide.
Darkness shall soon depart,
The brightness of your heart.
Having plundered gardens of joy,
Towards which shore do you employ?
Like tears from eyes.

Sometimes caught in mire's hold,
Or tangled in the river's fold.
Thorns pierce your weary feet,
In which emotions do you meet?
Barefoot wanderer, so free,
How many blisters do you see?
How many blisters do you see?
Taking others’ pain on high,
You carry it, as you now fly.
Having plundered gardens of joy,
Towards which shore do you employ?
Like tears from eyes.