jogi re jogi, jogi re jogi
jogi re jogi, jogi re jogi
kahi to jogan teri bhi hogi
hogi re jogan koi teri hogi
tujhe na bana de kahi prem ka rogi
ho tujhe na bana de kahi prem ka rogi
jogi re jogi, jogi re jogi
kahi to jogan teri bhi hogi
hogi re jogan koi teri hogi
tujhe na bana de kahi prem ka rogi
ho tujhe na bana de kahi prem ka rogi

itane baras tere jog me bite
ab jinaa hai rang mahal me
haa itane baras tere jog me bite
ab jinaa hai rang mahal me
sau sau rang badal jaate hain
in mahlo me ek ek pal me
bade bade jogi yaha ban jaye bhogi
tujhe na bana de kahi prem ka rogi
ho tujhe na bana de kahi prem ka rogi

koi saloni kabhi chupke se aaye
ankhiyon ke raste man me samaye
ha koi saloni kabhi chupke se aaye
ankhiyon ke raste man me samaye
madhur milan ki pyaas jage to
jap tap saiyam kaam na aaye
aisi khushi ko kahin dekhi na hogi
tujhe na bana de kahi prem ka rogi
ho tujhe na bana de kahi prem ka rogi

bairaagi ye bhesh badal ke
dekh kabhi is aag me jal ke
are bairaagi ye bhesh badal ke
dekh kabhi is aag me jal ke
kya anjana sukh milta hain
prem ki paavan raah pe chal ke
man bharmaaye koi pari sapno ki
tujhe na bana de kahi prem ka rogi
ho tujhe na bana de kahi prem ka rogi

jogi re jogi, jogi re jogi
kahi to jogan teri bhi hogi
hogi re jogan koi teri hogi
tujhe na bana de kahi prem ka rogi
ha tujhe na bana de kahi prem ka rogi
tujhe na bana de kahi prem ka rogi
ho tujhe na bana de kahi prem ka rogi

Oh Yogi, oh Yogi, wandering free,
Somewhere, your own love waits for thee.
A Yogini of your heart's desire,
Lest love's sweet sickness sets your soul afire.
Oh Yogi, oh Yogi, wandering free,
Somewhere, your own love waits for thee.
A Yogini of your heart's desire,
Lest love's sweet sickness sets your soul afire.

Years you've spent in this forsaken quest,
Now, a life of colors, put to the test.
Years you've spent in this forsaken quest,
Now, a life of colors, put to the test.
A hundred hues in palaces unfold,
Each fleeting moment, a story told.
Great Yogis here become consumed by greed,
Lest love's sweet sickness plant a poisoned seed.

A beauty fair, may softly appear,
And through your eyes, your heart will revere.
A beauty fair, may softly appear,
And through your eyes, your heart will revere.
When longing's thirst begins to rise,
No penance can quench the soul's cries.
Such joy, you've never known, you see,
Lest love's sweet sickness, captivate thee.

This ascetic guise, cast it aside,
And in this fire, let your spirit ride.
This ascetic guise, cast it aside,
And in this fire, let your spirit ride.
What unknown bliss, in love's embrace,
Walking the path of sacred grace.
Your heart beguiled by a dream's decree,
Lest love's sweet sickness imprison thee.

Oh Yogi, oh Yogi, wandering free,
Somewhere, your own love waits for thee.
A Yogini of your heart's desire,
Lest love's sweet sickness sets your soul afire.
Lest love's sweet sickness sets your soul afire.
Lest love's sweet sickness sets your soul afire.