rain bhai kaari kaari, din ujiyaara
naiya to dekhe, nadiya ki dhaara
haath tore maajhi, so zindagi ki naiya
nadiya kinaara, nadiya kinaara

saagar ko jaati hai, dhundhe hai ye kinaara
deewaani ye nadi, gaati hai har dhaara

saagar ko jaati hai, dhundhe hai ye kinaara
deewaani ye nadi, gaati hai har dhaara
behte hi jaana, justju mein kisi ki
raahe banana, jaise ho tum nadi

saagar ko jaati hai, dhundhe hai ye kinaara
deewaani ye nadi, gaati hai har dhaara
behte hi jaana, justju mein kisi ki
raahe banana, jaise ho tum nadi

behte huye, raaho mein kabhi
mile phulo ke sang patthar kahin
behte huye, raaho mein kabhi
mile phulo ke sang patthar kahin
kabhi unhe baha ke le chali
kabhi to wo bach ke bhi chali
magar ye ruki na kabhi
saagar ko jaati hai, dhundhe hai ye kinaara
deewaani ye nadi, gaati hai har dhaara

dil maajhi hai, zindagi hai nadi
sapno ki naav sajte hi chali
dil maajhi hai, zindagi hai nadi
sapno ki naav sajte hi chali
ye haule haule jhulegi kabhi
yeh hichkaule khayegi kabhi
magar ye tute na kahin

haath tore more maajhi, o re more raaja
zindagi ki naiya, nadiya kinaara
haath tore more maajhi, o re more raaja
zindagi ki naiya, nadiya kinaara
haath tore more maajhi, o re more raaja
zindagi ki naiya, nadiya kinaara
rain bhai kaari kaari, din ujiyaara
naiya to dekhe, nadiya ki dhaara
haath tore maajhi, zindagi ki naiya
zindagi ki naiya

Night descends, a cloak of ink, day ablaze in light,
The boat observes, the river's flowing might.
Your hand, O Boatman, holds the boat of life,
River's shore, river's shore.

Towards the ocean she journeys, seeking her shore,
This mad river, singing in every pour.
Towards the ocean she journeys, seeking her shore,
This mad river, singing in every pour.
To keep flowing, in search of someone's grace,
To carve pathways, as if you *are* the river's face.

Towards the ocean she journeys, seeking her shore,
This mad river, singing in every pour.
To keep flowing, in search of someone's grace,
To carve pathways, as if you *are* the river's face.
Flowing onward, in these paths unseen,
Sometimes, stones with blossoms convene.
Flowing onward, in these paths unseen,
Sometimes, stones with blossoms convene.
Sometimes, she carries them along,
Sometimes, they somehow stand strong.
Yet, she never truly stops,
Towards the ocean she journeys, seeking her shore,
This mad river, singing in every pour.

The heart, the Boatman, life itself, the river’s soul,
Adorned with dreams, the vessel starts to roll.
The heart, the Boatman, life itself, the river’s soul,
Adorned with dreams, the vessel starts to roll.
It will gently sway at times,
And at other times it will climb,
Yet, it will never break whole.
Your hand, my Boatman, oh my King,
The boat of life, river's welcoming.
Your hand, my Boatman, oh my King,
The boat of life, river's welcoming.
Your hand, my Boatman, oh my King,
The boat of life, river's welcoming.
Night descends, a cloak of ink, day ablaze in light,
The boat observes, the river's flowing might.
Your hand, O Boatman, holds the boat of life,
The boat of life.