arre ruk ja arre tham ja
arre ruk ja re bande
arre tham ja re bande
ki kudrat hans padegi
arre ruk ja re bande
arre tham ja re bande
ki kudrat hans padegi
arre ninde hai jakhami
arre sapane hai bhuke
ki karvat phat padegi

arre ruk ja re bande
arre tham ja re bande
ki kudrat hans padegi ho
arre ruk ja re bande
arre tham ja re bande
ki kudrat hans padegi ho

arre mandir yeh chup hai
arre masjjid yeh gumsum
ibaadad thak padegi
samay ki laal aandhi
kabristaan ke raste
arre latpat chalegi

kise kaafir kahega
kise kaayar kahega
teri kab tak chalegi ho
kise kaafir kahega
kise kaayar kahega
teri kab tak chalegi ho
arre ruk ja re bande
arre tham ja re bande
ki kudrat has padegi ho

arre mandir yeh chup hai
arre masjjid yeh gumsum
ibaadad thak padegi ho
samay ki laal aandhi
kabristaan ke raste
arre latpat chalegi ho
arre ruk ja re bande
arre tham ja re bande
ki kudrat has padegi ho
arre ninde hai jakhami
arre sapane hai bhuke
ki karvat phat padegi ho

yeh andhi chot teri
kabhiki sukh jaati
magar abb pak chalegi

lyrics typed by : kavita golden

Halt, oh traveler, cease your stride,
Before the smile of Nature hides.
Halt, oh mortal, pause and stay,
Before the dawn of a brighter day.
Halt, oh traveler, still your pace,
Before the smile lights up the space.

The temple hushed, its voice asleep,
The mosque in silence, secrets deep.
Worship wearies, spirits fall,
As Time's red tempest claims us all.
The graveyard paths, a winding track,
Will stumble slow, there’s no turning back.

Whom will you deem the faithless soul?
Whom will you brand as losing control?
How long this fury will it last?
Whom will you deem the faithless past?
How long this passion will it last?
Halt, oh traveler, cease your stride,
Before the smile of Nature hides.

The temple hushed, its voice asleep,
The mosque in silence, secrets deep.
Worship wearies, spirits fall,
As Time's red tempest claims us all.
The graveyard paths, a winding track,
Will stumble slow, there’s no turning back.
Halt, oh traveler, still your pace,
Before the smile lights up the space.
When slumber bleeds, and dreams are starved,
A turning point will become carved.

This tempest's wound, it will subside,
The peace it seeks, will now abide.