pal me bol beta chale kaha to abe leke apne tan tane
hamne teri bat hai bande bolo raja tu nikla kaha
tu be patti si yu chigyar kar suna ham ne teri wat hai

bande mere maule tera har dam hai khada
par tujhko hai kya pata tera numbar hai laga
bande mera raja tera time aa gaya par tujhko na pata
tujhe rahna hai la pata la pata la pata
tujhe rahna la pata
bolo kiski kon hai bande ki kiska shor hai bande ka
bande ki dasta
bolo kiska jor hai bande ka kiski bol hai bande ki
kiski chale yaha
bande ki dasta bande ki dasta

In a breath, a son departs, where does he flee?
His body a bow, drawn taut, a whisper to me.
"Your words, O servant, a riddle untold,
Where seeks your will, a story to unfold?"
A canvas of silence, a brush of despair,
We've heard your echo, a burden to bear.

My servant, my friend, always standing near,
Yet what do you know? Your number is here.
My kingly servant, your time has arrived,
Yet blind to the truth, your spirit deprived.
To dwell in the unknown, lost in the haze,
Forever adrift in life's labyrinthine maze.

Whose is the name? Whose the clamorous sound?
Whose the dominion on hallowed ground?
Whose is the strength? Whose the spoken decree?
Whose is the will that echoes for thee?
A tale of a servant, or a tale of a slave?