badh ke niche, dhero piche tapta tha ek jogi
badh ke niche, dhero piche tapta tha ek jogi
lagi jo surti us jogi ki khandit kaise hogi
usi thadi pe hoor pari ek aayi tap bhang karne
naach naach ke gaa sharma ke chhe lagi jab bharne
aur kehan lagi
thari chitti chitti chadar ho mat maili karlo ji
o jogi, o jogi maine chaili karlo ji
o jogi, o jogi maine chaili karlo ji
sare hukum bharungi, sewa karungi, paao dabaungi ji
o jogi, o jogi maine chaili karlo ji

anta kha ke, bhasam rama ke utri ganga nahaane
haad maas ke koyile kar diye, khaal dayi rangwane
anta kha ke, bhasam rama ke utri ganga nahaane
haad maas ke koyile kar diye, khaal dayi rangwane
aye ji ha ji thari khub karungi sewa, thari sewa
ha humaau ji maari aan rakho pat thewa, aji thewa

ek paao pe dhuni ramaungi, khadi rahu jap tap me
surg se bin sidhi ke utri thara dhyan lapak me
phir rattan lagi
thari chitti chitti chadar ho mat maili karlo ji
o jogi, o jogi maine chaili karlo ji
o jogi, o jogi maine chaili karlo ji
sare hukum bharungi, sewa karungi, paao dabaungi ji
o jogi, o jogi maine chaili karlo ji
jaise jaise karoge, jaise kahoge vaise karugni ji
oh jogi, oh jogi, oh jogi jogi jogi jogi
oh jogi jogi jogi jogi maine chaili karlo ji

Beneath the banyan, fire of a lone yogi,
Burning bright, yet shadows long, a soul’s odyssey.
Beneath the banyan, fire of a lone yogi,
His gaze, a tether, how could it break free?
Upon that cold stone, a celestial dancer descended,
To shatter his penance, her allure transcended.
She danced and sang, shy and coy,
Her voice, a silken lure, to destroy.
And she pleaded,

Your pristine white cloth, let me stain it, oh wise one,
Oh Yogi, oh Yogi, let me be your humble one.
Oh Yogi, oh Yogi, let me be your disciple, true,
I’ll obey your every command, serve with all I do, and you
Oh Yogi, oh Yogi, let me be your humble one.

Consumed by desire, ash smeared, bathing in the sacred Ganges,
Flesh and bone turned to coal, skin, a canvas for strange changes.
Consumed by desire, ash smeared, bathing in the sacred Ganges,
Flesh and bone turned to coal, skin, a canvas for strange changes.
Oh, yes, I will serve you with devotion, your every need,
Yes, I’ll heed your command, my honor as you’ve decreed.

Upon one foot, I'll stoke your sacred fire,
While you stand in the heat of your desire.
From the heavens, without a ladder, I'll descend,
Caught in the rapture of your intent.
Then, she whispered again,

Your pristine white cloth, let me stain it, oh wise one,
Oh Yogi, oh Yogi, let me be your humble one.
Oh Yogi, oh Yogi, let me be your disciple, true,
I’ll obey your every command, serve with all I do, and you
Oh Yogi, oh Yogi, let me be your humble one.
As you command, as you desire, I shall fulfill,
Oh Yogi, oh Yogi, Oh Yogi, Yogi, Yogi, still,
Oh Yogi, Yogi, Yogi, Yogi, let me be your humble one.