kah gae saadhoo kah gae phakeera,
kya tera kya mera kabeera,
saara ye khel hain takadeero ka,
saara ye khel hain takadeero ka.
kya toone lejaana sab yahee rah jaana.
jeend ya moorat ganga kinaare chala jaana,
mud ke phir nahin aana.


ye jeevan tera lakadee ka putala,
ye jeevan tera lakadee ka putala,
ye jeevan tera lakadee ka putala,
ye jeevan tera lakadee ka putala.
aag lage salisana,
mud ke phir nahin aana.


mit aur ye moort,
jeend aur na laaniye,
ganga kinaare chala jaana,
mud ke phir nahin aana.


ye jeevan tera maattee ka putala,
ye jeevan tera maattee ka putala,
ye jeevan tera maattee ka putala,
ye jeevan tera maattee ka putala.
maattee mein hee mil jaana,
ganga kinaare chale jaana.
mit aur ye moort,
jeend aur na laaniye,
ganga kinaare chala jaana,
mud ke phir nahin aana.


ye jeevan tera moh ke dhaage,
ye jeevan tera moh ke dhaage,
ye jeevan tera moh ke dhaage,
ye jeevan tera moh ke dhaage.
gaanth lage toot jaana.
mud ke phir nahin aana.
mit aur ye moort,
jeend aur na laaniye,
ganga kinaare chala jaana,
mud ke phir nahin aana.
mit aur ye moort,
jeend aur na laaniye,
ganga kinaare chala jaana,
mud ke phir nahin aana.

tere apane hee tujhako jalaenge,
kuchh din royenge phir bhool jaayenge.
tere apane hee tujhako jalaenge,
kuchh din royenge phir bhool jaayenge.
phir bhool jaayenge,phir bhool jaayenge.
ganga kinaare chala jaana,
mud ke phir nahin aana.
bam bam bhola,
bam bam bhola,
bam bam bhola,

The sage has spoken, the mystic has sung,
What's yours, what's mine, Kabir has strung?
All a game of fate's decree,
All a dance, destiny's decree.
What you gather, you leave behind,
Life or form, to the Ganges you're consigned.
Never to return, of that be sure.

This life of yours, a wooden form,
This life of yours, weathering the storm,
This life of yours, a fleeting guise,
This life of yours, before our eyes.
When the pyre is lit,
Never to return, from that abyss.

Dust and form, life's essence gone,
To the Ganges you'll be drawn,
Never to return, the cycle done.
This life of yours, a clay-born frame,
This life of yours, whispering a name,
This life of yours, a fragile claim,
This life of yours, consumed by flame.
Into the dust you must descend,
To the Ganges, your journey's end.
Dust and form, life's essence gone,
To the Ganges you'll be drawn,
Never to return, when the light is withdrawn.

This life of yours, a thread of desire,
This life of yours, fueled by fire,
This life of yours, reaching higher,
This life of yours, consumed by pyre.
Knots will fray, the ties will break,
Never to return, for goodness sake.
Dust and form, life's essence gone,
To the Ganges you'll be drawn,
Never to return, when the day is withdrawn.
Dust and form, life's essence gone,
To the Ganges you'll be drawn,
Never to return, when the light is withdrawn.

Your own will set your pyre alight,
A few days weep, then fade from sight.
Your own will set your pyre alight,
A few days weep, then fade from sight.
Then they'll forget, they'll fade from sight.
To the Ganges you'll be drawn,
Never to return, with the dawn.
Bom Bom Bhole, Bom Bom Bhole, Bom Bom Bhole.