gam aur khusi ke beech me
chalti ka naam zindagi hai
gam aur khusi ke beech me
chalti ka naam zindagi hai
duniya ki dhup aur chaw me
chalti ka nam zindagi hai
duniya ki dhup aur chaw me
chalti ka nam zindagi hai
chalti ka nam zindagi hai
chalti ka nam zindagi hai
chalti ka nam zindagi

sachai ko aur juth ko
parkhe agar teri nazar
sachai ko aur juth ko
parkhe agar teri nazar
to dekh ja najdik se
phoolo ka bhi hai kya jigar
kaato ki tej nok par
palti ka naam zindagi hai
gam aur khusi ke beech me
chalti ka nam zindagi hai
chalti ka nam zindagi hai
chalti ka nam zindagi

manzil mile ya na mile
chalta hi chal tu rukna nahi
manzil mile ya na mile
chalta hi chal tu rukna nahi
han aandhi chale ya tufa mile
samne uske jhukna nahi
sanche me rang birange
dhali ka naam zindagi hai
gam aur khusi ke beech me
chalti ka nam zindagi hai

duniya hai ye duniya ka kya
koi hase ya koi roye
duniya hai ye duniya ka kya
koi hase ya koi roye
do char din ki hai ye numayis
paye koi aur koi khoye
chahat ki baaho me
phulti phalti ka naam zindagi hai
gam aur khusi ke beech me
chalti ka nam zindagi hai
duniya ki dhup aur chaw me
chalti ka nam zindagi hai
chalti ka nam zindagi hai
chalti ka nam zindagi hai
chalti ka nam zindagi

Between sorrow and elation,
the journey's the breath of life.
Between sorrow and elation,
the journey's the breath of life.
In the world's sun and shadow,
the journey's the breath of life.
In the world's sun and shadow,
the journey's the breath of life.
The journey's the breath of life.
The journey's the breath of life.
The journey's the breath of life.

If truth and falsehood,
your eyes can discern,
If truth and falsehood,
your eyes can discern,
then gaze close, to see
what heart the flowers bear.
On the sharp points of thorns,
the fragile dance is life.
Between sorrow and elation,
the journey's the breath of life.
The journey's the breath of life.
The journey's the breath of life.

Whether the goal is reached or not,
keep walking, never cease.
Whether the goal is reached or not,
keep walking, never cease.
Though storms may rage, or tempests rise,
before them, never bend.
In molds, of vibrant hues,
the molding's the life between.
Between sorrow and elation,
the journey's the breath of life.

The world is what the world is,
whether some laugh, or some weep.
The world is what the world is,
whether some laugh, or some weep.
A fleeting show, of passing days,
where some may gain, and some may lose.
In the arms of desire,
the blooming, fruiting, that is life.
Between sorrow and elation,
the journey's the breath of life.
In the world's sun and shadow,
the journey's the breath of life.
The journey's the breath of life.
The journey's the breath of life.
The journey's the breath of life.