haatho me mere jo rang hai
ye rang hai lahu ka jo dhulta nahi
aankho me nami bhi kuchh kam hai
na hai khushi aur na hi gam hai
ladte bikharte hu pahucha yaha aurangzeb
har dushman ko dhundha khudko khoya
aurangzeb aurangzeb
mar maar ke hu main jiya aurangzeb
karna tha jo maine bas wo kiya

haatho me mere jo rang hai
ye rang hai lahu ka jo dhulta nahi
aankho me nami bhi kuchh kam hai
na hai khushi aur na hi gam hai
ladte bikharte hu pahucha yaha aurangzeb

har dushman ko dhundha khudko khoya
aurangzeb aurangzeb
mar maar ke hu main jiya aurangzeb
karna tha jo maine bas wo kiya

The hues that stain my trembling hand,
A crimson tide that will not fade,
And in my eyes, a desert sand,
Where joy and sorrow both are stayed.
Through battle's storm, I reached this shore,
Aurangzeb, a name that echoes,
Each foe I sought, myself I bore,
Aurangzeb, the soul that bleeds and grows.
I lived by death, my only creed,
And did the deeds I was decreed.

The hues that stain my trembling hand,
A crimson tide that will not fade,
And in my eyes, a desert sand,
Where joy and sorrow both are stayed.
Through battle's storm, I reached this shore,
Aurangzeb.