phul yeh kaha se aya hai bolu
phal yeh kaha se aaye hai bolu
ped ye kaha se aaye hai
o sun mere bete jaha wale ne
sab kuchh hai banaya jadu se
kamal hai daddy jaha wale ne
kya khub banaya jadu se
phul yeh kaha se aaya hai bolu
phal yeh kaha se aaye hai bolu
ped yeh kaha se aaye hai
o sun mere bete jaha wale ne
sab kuchh hai banaya jadu se
kamal hai daddy jaha wale ne
kya khub banaya jadu se

pani hai nadi me, nadi dariya me, dariya sagar me
mitha mitha pani ban jaaye khara jake samundar me
pani hai nadi me, nadi dariya me, dariya sagar me
mitha mitha pani ban jaaye khara jake samundar me
pani kaise bane khara bolu, yeh kaun kare sara bolu
hai kam bada nyara
yeh sun mere bete jahan wale ne
sab kuchh hai chhupaya jadu se
kamal hai daddy jahan wale ne
kya khub chhupaya jadu se

rangonwali titali pankho wale panchhi achchhe lagate hai
bag mein chaman mein sune sune ban me udate phirate hai
rangonwali titali pankho wale panchhi achchhe lagate hai
bag mein chaman mein sune sune ban me udate phirate hai
yeh kaise udtae hai bolu, hawa me rehate hai bolu
yeh kyun nahi girate hai
yeh sun mere bete jahan wale ne
sabako hai udaya jadu se
kamal hai daddy jahan wale ne
kya khub udaya jadu se

chand aur suraj asman pe rehkar kabhi na nilake sath
din mein chamaka gol gol suraj, chand ko bhaaye rat
chand aur suraj asman pe rehkar kabhi na nilake sath
din mein chamaka gol gol suraj, chand ko bhaaye rat
yeh din kya hota hai bolu, yeh rat kya hoti haibolu
yeh sham kyun hoti hai
yeh sun mere bete jahan wale ne
sab kuchh hai rachaya jadu se
kamal hai daddy jahan wale ne
kya khub rachaya jadu se
phul yeh kaha se aya hai bolu
phal yeh kaha se aaye hai bolu
ped yeh kaha se aaye hai

From what earth did the blossoms rise, I ask?
From what root did the fruit descend, I ask?
From what seed did the trees arise?

O, listen, my child, the Creator, the One,
fashioned all things with a mystical art.
Marvelous is the hand of the Creator,
weaving wonders, a magical start.
From what earth did the blossoms rise, I ask?
From what root did the fruit descend, I ask?
From what seed did the trees arise?

O, listen, my child, the Creator, the One,
fashioned all things with a mystical art.
Marvelous is the hand of the Creator,
weaving wonders, a magical start.

Water flows in rivers, rivers to the sea, the sea to the ocean vast.
Sweet water turns to bitter, when it reaches the ocean's grasp.
Water flows in rivers, rivers to the sea, the sea to the ocean vast.
Sweet water turns to bitter, when it reaches the ocean's grasp.

How does the water change, I ask?
Who orchestrates this, I ask?
Who is this wondrous source?

O, listen, my child, the Creator, the One,
concealed all things with a mystical art.
Marvelous is the hand of the Creator,
veiling wonders, a magical heart.

Butterflies of colors, winged birds in flight, a beautiful sight.
In gardens and meadows, in lonely woods, they take their flight.
Butterflies of colors, winged birds in flight, a beautiful sight.
In gardens and meadows, in lonely woods, they take their flight.

How do they soar, I ask?
How do they live in air, I ask?
Why do they not fall?

O, listen, my child, the Creator, the One,
has made them to fly with a mystical art.
Marvelous is the hand of the Creator,
setting flight, a magical start.

The moon and sun reside in the sky, never to meet as one.
The sun shines round and bright by day, the moon enjoys the night.
The moon and sun reside in the sky, never to meet as one.
The sun shines round and bright by day, the moon enjoys the night.

What is this day, I ask?
What is this night, I ask?
Why does the evening fall?

O, listen, my child, the Creator, the One,
has woven all things with a mystical art.
Marvelous is the hand of the Creator,
composing wonders, a magical heart.
From what earth did the blossoms rise, I ask?
From what root did the fruit descend, I ask?
From what seed did the trees arise?