aant na paya meetha pani aant na paya meetha pani
aur chhaur ki doori re

man kasturi re, jag dasturi re
man kasturi re, jag dasturi re
baat hui na poori re
man kasturi re, jag dasturi re
baat hui na poori re

khoje apni gandh na pave
chadar ka pai-bandh na pave
khoje apni gandh na pave
chadar ka pai-bandh na pave
bikhre bikhre chhandh sa tehle
dohon mein ye bandh na paave

nache hoke firki lattu o
nache hoke firki lattu, khoje apni dhuri re
man kasturi re, jag dasturi re
man kasturi re, jag dasturi re

baat hui na poori re
man kasturi re, jag dasturi re
baat hui na poori re

ho umar ki ginti haath na aai
purkhon ne ye baat bataai
ulta karke dekh sake to
ambar bhi hai gehri khaai

rekhaaon ke paar nazar ko
jisne fenka andhe mann se
satrangi bazaar ka khola
darwaza bin zor jatan ke

phir to jhooma bawla hoke
phir to jhooma bawla hoke, sar pe daal phituri re
man kasturi re, jag dasturi re, baat hui na poori re
man kasturi re, jag dasturi re, baat hui na poori re
man kasturi re, jag dasturi re, baat hui na poori re

man kasturi re, jag dasturi re
baat hui na, baat hui na, baat hui na poori re
paya meetha pani, baat hui na poori re

Never touched the sweet wellspring,
Never touched the sweet wellspring,
And the shore, a distant thing.

Soul, a musk; world, a custom's plea,
Soul, a musk; world, a custom's plea,
Words left incomplete, you see.
Soul, a musk; world, a custom's plea,
Words left incomplete, you see.

Seeks its scent, yet can't attain,
Can't find the thread to ease the pain.
Seeks its scent, yet can't attain,
Can't find the thread to ease the pain.
Scattered verses, lost and frail,
Bound by couplets, starts to fail.

Spins and dances, a spinning top,
Spins and dances, a spinning top, seeking its own center stop.
Soul, a musk; world, a custom's plea,
Soul, a musk; world, a custom's plea,
Words left incomplete, you see.
Soul, a musk; world, a custom's plea,
Words left incomplete, you see.

The count of years, it slips the hand,
Ancestors whispered, understand.
If you can see the world reversed,
Even heavens, a deeper land.
Beyond the lines, beyond the eye,
Who casts the glance of darkest mind,
Opens the market, seven hued,
The door, by efforts left behind.

Then he dances, wild with glee,
Then he dances, wild with glee, a madness starts to be.
Soul, a musk; world, a custom's plea, words left incomplete, you see.
Soul, a musk; world, a custom's plea, words left incomplete, you see.
Soul, a musk; world, a custom's plea, words left incomplete, you see.

Soul, a musk; world, a custom's plea,
Words left unfinished, incomplete, incomplete, you see.
Found the sweet wellspring, words left incomplete, you see.