murkh hai jo sagar ki maujo me fas kar rota hai
jis sagar me mauje hai uska bhi kinara hota hai
chhod de naiya bhawar me dar nahi tufan se
chhod de naiya bhawar me dar nahi tufan se
mangne wale ko milti hai madad bhagwan se
chhod de chhod de naiya

kahte hai dunia jise julm o sitam ka nam hai
kahte hai dunia jise julm o sitam ka nam hai
thokre khakar sambhalna hi hamara kam hai
bhul to hoti rahegi umar bhar insaan le
chhod de chhod de naiya

apne malik par bharosa hai tujhe nadan agar
apne malik par bharosa hai tujhe nadan agar
gum tujhe kis bat ka hai dekh dunia se na dar
mangta hai kyu bhikh daya ki tu insan se
chhod de naiya bhawar me dar nahi tufan se
mangne wale ko milti hai madad bhagwan se
bhagwan se bhagwan se

Foolish the soul that weeps in ocean's swell,
For waves reside where shores themselves compel.
Cast off your boat, though whirlpools twist and churn,
Fear not the storm, let lessons gently burn.
The giver gives, when prayers ascend on high,
Release, release, let your small vessel fly.

The world they call a cruel and twisted name,
A realm of pain, where shadows fan the flame.
To rise again, when knocked upon the ground,
Is where true strength and solace can be found.
Mistakes will bloom, throughout our mortal years,
Release, release, and dry away the tears.

If faith you hold, in that which guides your soul,
Then why this grief, why losing all control?
Fear not the world, its gaze, its judging eye,
Why beg for pity from the ones nearby?
Cast off your boat, though whirlpools twist and churn,
Fear not the storm, let lessons gently burn.
The giver gives, when prayers ascend on high,
From God on high, from God on high.