yeh garv bhara mastak mera
yeh garv bhara mastak mera
prabhu charan dhul tak jhukne de
ahankar vikar bhare man ko
nij naam ki mala japne de
yeh garv bhara mastak mera
prabhu charan dhul tak jhukne de
yeh garv bhara mastak mera

main man ke mail ko dho na saka
ye jivan tera ho na saka
main man ke mail ko dho na saka
ye jivan tera ho na saka
han ho na saka
mai premi hu itna na jhuka
gir bhi jo padu to uthne de
yeh garv bhara mastak mera
prabhu charan dhul tak jhukne de
yeh garv bhara mastak mera

main gyan ki baato me khoya
aur karm heen padkar soya
main gyan ki baato me khoya
aur karm heen padkar soya
jab ankh khuli to man roya
jab soye mujhko jagne de
yeh garv bhara mastak mera
prabhu charan dhul tak jhukne de
yeh garv bhara mastak mera

jaisa hu mai khota ya khara
nirdosh sharan me aa to gaya
jaisa hu mai khota ya khara
nirdosh sharan me aa to gaya
han aa to gaya
ek baar yeh kehde khali ja
ye preet ki reet jhalakne de
yeh garv bhara mastak mera
prabhu charan dhul tak jhukne de
yeh garv bhara mastak mera

This head, held high in pride,
This head, held high in pride,
Let it bow to dust, at your feet reside.
A soul once rife with ego's blight,
To your name's beads, let it take flight.
This head, held high in pride,
Let it bow to dust, at your feet reside.
This head, held high in pride.

My heart's grime, I could not cleanse,
My life, to you, did not commence.
My heart's grime, I could not cleanse,
My life, to you, did not commence.
No, did not commence.
A lover, yet, I did not bend,
Should I fall, let me ascend.
This head, held high in pride,
Let it bow to dust, at your feet reside.
This head, held high in pride.

In wisdom's words, I was astray,
And slept, devoid of work each day.
In wisdom's words, I was astray,
And slept, devoid of work each day.
When eyes awoke, my soul did pray,
From slumber deep, let me be swayed.
This head, held high in pride,
Let it bow to dust, at your feet reside.
This head, held high in pride.

As I am, flawed or true,
To innocence, I come to you.
As I am, flawed or true,
To innocence, I come to you.
Yes, come to you.
Once, let me hear, "You do not rue,"
This love's sweet way, let it imbue.
This head, held high in pride,
Let it bow to dust, at your feet reside.
This head, held high in pride.