ek din bik jayega, mati ke mol
jag me rah jayege, pyare tere bol
ek din bik jayega, mati ke mol
jag me rah jayege, pyare tere bol
duje ke hotho ko, dekar apne git
koi nishani chhod , phir duniya se dol
ek din bik jayega, mati ke mol
jag me rah jayege, pyare tere bol

anhoni path me kante lakh bichhaye
honi to phir bhi bichhada yaar milaye
anhoni path me kante lakh bichhaye
honi to phir bhi bichhada yaar milaye
ye biraha ye duri, do pal ki majburi
phir koi dilwala kahe ko ghabaraye, trampam
dhara jo bahati hai, milke rahti hai
bhati dhara ban ja, phir duniya se dol
ek din bik jayega, mati ke mol
jag me rah jayege, pyare tere bol

parde ke pichhe baithi sawal gori
tham ke tere mere man ki dori
parde ke pichhe baithi sawal gori
tham ke tere mere man ki dori
ye dori na chhute, ye bandhan na tute
bhor hone wali hai ab raina hai thodi, trampam
sar ko jhukaye tu, baitha kya hai yaar
gori se naina jod, phir duniya se dol
ek din bik jayega, mati ke mol
jag me rah jayege, pyare tere bol
duje ke hotho ko, dekar apne git
koi nishani chhod , phir duniya se dol
ek din bik jayega, mati ke mol
jag me rah jayege, pyare tere bol

One day you'll sell, for the price of dust,
Only your sweet words in the world will adjust.
One day you'll sell, for the price of dust,
Only your sweet words in the world will adjust.
Lend your songs to another's lips,
Leave a mark, and then from the world, you must
One day you'll sell, for the price of dust,
Only your sweet words in the world will adjust.

In an impossible path, thorns may lie,
But destiny still brings lovers nigh.
In an impossible path, thorns may lie,
But destiny still brings lovers nigh.
This separation, this distance, a fleeting plight,
Why does any heart then cry, oh so high?
The river flows, it always unites,
Become a flowing river, then from the world, you must
One day you'll sell, for the price of dust,
Only your sweet words in the world will adjust.

Behind the veil, a fair maiden sits,
Holding tight the thread of your and my wits.
Behind the veil, a fair maiden sits,
Holding tight the thread of your and my wits.
May this thread not break, may this bond not cease,
Dawn is coming, the night, it now quits, oh so fits
Bow your head, what are you waiting for, friend?
Meet her eyes, then from the world, you must
One day you'll sell, for the price of dust,
Only your sweet words in the world will adjust.
Lend your songs to another's lips,
Leave a mark, and then from the world, you must
One day you'll sell, for the price of dust,
Only your sweet words in the world will adjust.