lehro ke rele sang naiya mori khele
lehro ke rele sang naiya mori khele
aa ha naiya mori khele
lehro ke rele sang naiya mori khele
aa ha naiya mori khele
lehro ke rele sang

chanchal dhara dur kinara
chanchal dhara dur kinara
pal chhin bhadta hi jaye andhiyara
aise hi rasto pe chali hai akeli
aji naiya mori khele
lehro ke rele sang naiya mori khele

khaye hichkole phir bhi na dole
khaye hichkole phir bhi na dole
rok na paye ise jag ke jhmele
rok na paye ise jag ke jhmele
aji naiya mori khele
lehro ke rele sang naiya mori khele

chali hai batane desh anjane
chali hai batane desh anjane
desh anjane jaha din hai suhane
sabke liye hai jaha khushiyo ke mele
aji naiya mori khele
lehro ke rele sang naiya mori khele
lehro ke rele sang

My boat, it dances with the surge and swell,
My boat, it dances, yes, it knows the spell.
Ah, my boat, it plays and dips and weaves,
With the surge and swell, my spirit believes.
Ah, my boat, it plays.

The restless current, the distant shore,
The restless current, forevermore,
As darkness grows, each fleeting breath,
My lone boat sails, embracing death.
Ah, my boat, it plays.
With the surge and swell, my boat, it sways.

Though it stumbles, it does not fall,
Though it stumbles, answering the call,
The world’s troubles cannot bind its way,
My boat, it rides, come what may.
Ah, my boat, it plays.
With the surge and swell, my boat, it sways.

Sailing to lands unknown and bright,
Sailing to lands filled with pure light,
Lands where joy in festivals reside,
Where happiness flows, a boundless tide.
Ah, my boat, it plays.
With the surge and swell, my boat, it sways.
With the surge and swell.