pani ka bulabula ho
pani ka bulbula zindgani
pani ka bulabula ho
pani ka bulbula zindgani
o gaflat me jeene wale
dekh kabeera kya kahta hai
jisko tune basti samjha
kaun waha sada rahta hai
jhopad patti mahal atari
chhodke sabko jana hai
raja ho rank sabhi ka
marghat ek thikana hai
pani ka bulbula
pani ka bulbula
pani ka bulbula
pani ka bulbula zindgaani

khuli aankh ka hai ye sapna
kaun paraya kaun hai apna
tere baad bhi duniya rahegi
chalti rahi hai chalti rahegi
rone ki rasm karenge
fir apne raste chal denge
pani ka bulbula hai ye zindgani
soke fidaye ya tu jage
waqt yaha sarpat bhage
palbhar me hi kabr banega
bachpan ka ye jhula
pani ka bulbula
pani ka bulbula
pani ka bulbula ye zingaani
pani ka bulabula ho
pani ka bulbula zindgani
o gaflat me jeene wale
dekh kabeera kya kahta hai
jisko tune basti samjha
kaun waha sada rahta hai
jhopad patti mahal atari
chhodke sabko jana hai
raja ho rank sabhi ka
marghat ek thikana hai
pani ka bulbula
pani ka bulbula
pani ka bulbula

pani ka bulbula hai ye zindgaani
pani ka bulbula
pani ka bulbula
pani ka bulbula zindgaani

A bubble on the water's skin,
A bubble is this life within.
A bubble on the water's skin,
A bubble is this life within.

Oh, you who live in blinded sleep,
Hear what Kabir has to keep:
That which you call a settled home,
Who truly dwells, and does not roam?

The huts, the palaces so grand,
All must be left, by every hand.
The king, the beggar, side by side,
To one dark field, they must abide.

A bubble on the water's face,
A bubble on this fleeting space.
A bubble on the water's skin,
A bubble is this life within.

This is a dream, the eyes can see,
Who's stranger, and who's kin to thee?
The world will stay, though you depart,
It moves, and plays its destined part.

They'll weep a while, then turn away,
And each will choose their separate day.
A bubble is this life we own,
Then sleep and rest, or walk alone.

The time will race, it will not wait,
A moment, and you seal your fate.
The cradle of your childhood dreams,
A bubble on life's flowing streams.

A bubble on the water's skin,
A bubble is this life within.
A bubble on the water's face,
A bubble on this fleeting space.
Oh, you who live in blinded sleep,
Hear what Kabir has to keep:
That which you call a settled home,
Who truly dwells, and does not roam?

The huts, the palaces so grand,
All must be left, by every hand.
The king, the beggar, side by side,
To one dark field, they must abide.

A bubble on the water's face,
A bubble on this fleeting space.
A bubble is this life we own,
A bubble, and we fade alone.
A bubble on the water's skin,
A bubble is this life within.