sur bin taan nahi nahi rey sur bin taan nahi nahi rey
unka jiwan bhi kya jiwan unka jiwan bhi kya jiwan
jisme maan nahi sur bin taan nahi nahi rey
guru bin gayan nahi nahi rey guru bin gayan nahi nahi rey
bin suraj ke divas na hota bin suraj ke divas na hota
tujhko ko dhyan nahi guru bin gayan nahi nahi rey
sur bin taan nahi bin mosam gaye na koyaliya

bin gori baze na payaliya bin mosam gaye na koyaliya
bin gori baze na payaliya bin yoban ke jiwan aisa
jisme paran nahi sur bin taan nahi nahi rey
guru bin gayan nahi mosam ki mohtaj na koyal
mosam ki mohtaj na koyal pairo ki mohtaj na payal
mosam ki mohtaj na koyal pairo ki mohtaj na payal
yovan char dino ka pawan kar abiman nahi
guru bin gayan nahi nahi rey sur bin taan nahi

Without music, no melody, no, no melody.
What life is theirs, what life is theirs,
Whose life holds no honor? Without music, no melody.

Without a guru, no song, no, no song.
Like a day without the sun,
If you lack devotion, without a guru, no song.

Without music, no melody, the cuckoo sings not out of season.
Without a beloved, the anklets don’t chime, out of season, the cuckoo sings not.
Without a beloved, the anklets don’t chime, a life without youth is like this,
Holding no breath. Without music, no melody.

The cuckoo is not bound by season.
The anklets are not bound by feet.
The cuckoo is not bound by season.
The anklets are not bound by feet.
Youth, a fleeting four days, make it sacred, hold no pride.
Without a guru, no song, no, no song. Without music, no melody.