jo sirf khushi ka mol kare
jo sirf khushi ka mol kare
wo dost nahi saudagar hai
jo apne hi jine pe mare
jo apne hi jine pe mare
wo dost nahi saudagar hai
jo sirf khushi ka mol kare

sukh aata hai to apne sang
apne sathi le aata hai
hai kaun kaha tak ka humdum
dukh hi to hame batlata hai
sukh me sang or dukh se dare
sukh me sang or dukh se dare
wo dost nahi saudagar hai
jo sirf khushi ka mol kare

hum aisa sathi dhundte hai
jo hamko gam ka meet kahe
gam ho usko or dard hume
neer uska meri aakho se bahe
jo hath fakat ka bhed dhare
jo hath fakat ka bhed dhare
wo dost nahi saudagar hai
jo sirf khushi ka mol kare

They who price joy alone,
They who price joy alone,
Are not friends, but merchants of the soul.
They who live only for themselves,
They who live only for themselves,
Are not friends, but merchants of the soul.
They who price joy alone.

Joy arrives, with companions in tow,
Brings its own entourage, a gilded show.
Who is with us, and to what end?
It is sorrow that our true friends lend.
Friends in pleasure, fear in pain,
Friends in pleasure, fear in pain,
Are not friends, but merchants of the soul.
They who price joy alone.

We seek a companion true,
Who calls us the friend of grief anew.
Whose sorrow is ours, whose pain we share,
Whose tears flow from our eyes, declare.
They who clutch with hesitant hand,
They who clutch with hesitant hand,
Are not friends, but merchants of the soul.
They who cling with hesitant hand.