chalte chalte gathri ne kaha
mai dunia hun ise bandhe rakho

aurat ne kaha meri pahchan
naak naksha chehra nahi
meri pahchan pair tale dabi
ek ghunghru ki awaz
ek ghunghru ki awaz
ek ghunghru ki awaz

ghunghru ghunghru ne kaha
mai khamosh kadam ki aahat hu
kaan dharo to sun pao
kaan dharo to sun pao

ye gathri taaz ke tarah us aurat ke sar
ye gathri taaz ke tarah us aurat ke sar
jise dunia ne abhi pahchana nahi
jise dunia ne abhi pahchana nahi
pahchana nahi pahchana nahi
pahchana nahi pahchana nahi

As you journey, the bundle sighs,
"I am the world, hold me tight."

The woman speaks, "My essence,
is not etched on face or form.
My identity, beneath the dust,
a single bell's soft chime,
a single bell's soft chime,
a single bell's soft chime."

The bell replies, "I am the whisper
of silent steps, a fleeting grace.
Listen closely, if you can hear,
listen closely, if you can hear."

This bundle, a crown upon her brow,
a crown upon her brow,
the world has yet to know her.
The world has yet to know her.
To know her, know her not,
to know her, know her not.