raste raste jane wali raste raste jane wali lahra ke lat kali kali
o re matwali chali hai kaha aaja aaja yaha
chali hai kaha aaja aaja yaha haye haye haye re haye
piche piche aane wale sidhe sadhe bhole bhale
o matwale mai chali hu waha mera pyara hai jaha
mai chali hu waha mera pyara hai jaha
raste raste jane wali

tu jane ya na jane hum to teri najariya ke mare hue hai
hum to teri najariya ke mare hue hai
tu mane ya na mane hum to pahle se dil kahi hare hue hai
hum to pahle se dil kahi hare hue hai

bin soche na dil de dena bin soche na dil de dena
ye mitha mitha rog mat lena kahi rona na paade haste haste
raste raste jane wali piche piche aane wale
sidhe sadhe bhole bhale o matwale
mai chali hu waha mera pyara hai jaha
mai chali hu waha mera pyara hai jaha
piche piche aane wale

chhodo chhodo re meri najriya
meri gagri se pani chalak jayega
meri gagri se pani chalak jayega
mai na chodu na chodu gujariya
aisa mauka na bar bar hath aayega
aisa mauka na bar bar hath aayega
ja ja laut ja apni nagariya ja ja laut ja apni nagariya
teri meri hai pyar ki dagariya
kahi thoakr lage na kaise chal diye
raste raste jane wali raste raste jane wali lahra ke lat kali kali
o re matwali chali hai kaha aaja aaja yaha
mai chali hu waha mera pyara hai jaha
raste raste jane wali piche piche aane wale
raste raste jane wali piche piche aane wale

Wanderer on the winding road,
Black tresses dance, a shadowed load.
Oh, intoxicated one, where do you roam?
Come hither, come hither, find your home.
Where do you roam? Come hither, come home!

Those who follow, simple and kind,
Oh, intoxicated, there I must find,
My love, my love, my truest space,
Where my heart finds its resting place.
My love awaits, my destined place.
Wanderer on the winding road.

Whether you know or not, your gaze has ensnared,
Your gaze, the snare in which we are snared.
Believe or deny, already our hearts are lost,
Already lost, a grievous cost.

Give not your heart without a thought,
Lest you embrace a sweetness fraught,
And weep, though now you laugh with glee,
Lest you weep, though now you are free.
Wanderer on the winding road,
Those who follow, simple and kind,
Oh, intoxicated, there I must find,
My love, my love, my truest space,
Where my heart finds its resting place.
My love awaits, my destined place.
Wanderer on the winding road.

Leave me, leave me, this piercing gaze,
My water-pot will spill in a haze.
My water-pot will spill its tear,
I’ll not leave, I’ll not yield, my dear,
I’ll not leave, for such chances disappear,
Never to return, not this one.
Go back, return to your town,
Our paths of love are winding down.
Take heed, lest you stumble, this road we tread,
Wanderer on the winding road, black tresses spread.

Oh, intoxicated one, where do you roam?
Come hither, come hither, find your home.
My love, my love, my truest space,
Where my heart finds its resting place.
Wanderer on the winding road,
Those who follow, simple and kind,
Wanderer on the winding road.