taa na naa taa naa naa naa taanaa naanaa
ta naa na naa na naanaa taanaa naanaa

saato.n sur mil jaaye.n to ras ghole
%(when seven scales of octave get mixed, then they mix juice)

ye pyaarii-pyaarii baa.Nsurii kii dhun bole
%(this tune of sweet flute is saying)

raat kaa sapanaa thaa jo ho gayaa puuraa hai vo
%(whatever was the dream of night has got fulfilled)

aaj to jhuume naache dil bole
%(today, my heart is swinging and dancing and saying)

dhun bole dhun bole ye pyaarii-pyaarii baa.Nsurii kii dhun bole
%(the tune is saying, this tune of sweet flute is saying)

man Dole man Dole ye raaginii baje to meraa man Dole 
%(my mind is swinging, when this tune is playing then my mind is swinging)



tan Dole tan Dole ye Dholakii baje to meraa tan Dole
%(my body is swinging, when this tune is playing then my heart is swinging)

ye pyaaraa-pyaaraa sa.ngiit hamaaraa jab guu.Nj uThe to sab ke man ko bhaaye
%(when this lovely music of ours echoes then it appeals to the mind of all)

saajo.n kii miiThii-miiThii ye dhun mahafil me.n jo bhii gaaye sab ko bhaaye
%(this sweet rhythm of instruments appeals to everybody whoever sings in the gathering)

ye pyaaraa-pyaaraa sa.ngiit hamaaraa saarii duniyaa me.n sab ke man ko bhaaye
%(this sweet music of ours, appeals to the mind of everybody in the entire world)

saajo.n kii miiThii-miiThii ye dhun man kaa papiihaa baar-baar bole
%(this sweet rhythm of instruments, the sparrow

ras ghole ras ghole ye shahanaa_ii kii pyaarii dhun ras ghole
%(it dissolves juices, the sweet tune of shehnai dissolves juices)

man Dole man Dole ye raaginii baje to meraa man Dole 
%(my mind is swinging, when this shahnaa_ii is playing then my mind is swinging)


ye aa.Nsuu kyuu.N hai.n ye Gam hai kaisaa ye hai zi.ndagii ha.Nsate-gaate rahanaa
%(why are these tears, what is this sorrow, live laughing and singing)

jo Gam ho.n un ko man me.n rakhanaa prem kii ga.ngaa tuu bahaate chalanaa
%(whatever sorrows are there, keep them in your mind, and go on flowing the ganges of love)

is bhuumi par ye barabaadii kyuu.N hai i.nsaano.n me.n ye nafarat bhii kyuu.N hai
%(why is this destruction on this land, why is there hatred in the humans )

saragam amR^it ras ghole phir bhii duniyaa me.n ye zahar kyuu.N hai
%(the octave is dissolving the ambrosia, even then why is this poison in the world)