suno re pyare bhai ho o ho o suno re pyare bhai
prabhu ke bharose ab gadi hari ke bharose ab gadi
prabhu ke bharose ab gadi hari ke bharose ab gadi
na jane kab tut pade mathe pe kal kulhadi
prabhu ke bharose ab gadi
prabhu ke bharose ab gadi hari ke bharose ab gadi

panch tatav se bani ye kothariya
jiska naam hai kaya o jiska naam hai kaya
ho har ek jiv rahe is ghar me
dekar sans kiraya o ho dekar sans kiraya
jab lutjayegi jab lutjayegi sans ki punji
pachhtao ge anadi prabhu ke bharose ab gadi
prabhu ke bharose ab gadi hari ke bharose ab gadi
suno re pyare bhai
prabhu ke bharose ab gadi hari ke bharose ab gadi
prabhu ke bharose ab gadi hari ke bharose ab gadi

jisko hum tum kahte hai duniya
vo ek darsan mela vo ek darsan mela
ek din aisa aata yaha re
jab udta hans akela jab udta hans akela
bhakati ke rang me bhakati ke rang me rang lo re jiwan
yahi hai mukati ki nadi prabhu ke bharose ab gadi
prabhu ke bharose ab gadi hari ke bharose ab gadi

suno rey pyare bhai
prabhu ke bharose ab gadi hari ke bharose ab gadi
na jane kab tut pade mathe pe kal kulhadi
prabhu ke bharose ab gadi
prabhu ke bharose ab gadi hari ke bharose ab gadi

Listen, dear brothers, oh, listen close,
Upon the Lord, our journey's course we pose.
On faith in Him, or fate's uncertain hand?
When will death's axe upon our foreheads land?
Upon the Lord, our journey's course we pose.

This earthen house, of fivefold elements spun,
Called "body," this frail form, our dwelling one.
Each soul resides, a breath their rent to pay,
When breath departs, and life begins to sway.
Then, fools repent, with heavy hearts undone,
Upon the Lord, our journey's course begun.

The world we see, a fleeting, transient show,
A fleeting fair, where shadows come and go.
A day will dawn, when spirit takes its flight,
A lone swan soaring, into endless light.
In devotion's hues, let life's true colors glow,
This is the key, where true salvation's flow,
Upon the Lord, our journey's course we pose.

Listen, dear brothers, oh, listen close,
Upon the Lord, our journey's course we pose.
When will death's axe upon our foreheads land?
Upon the Lord, our journey's course we stand.