om nama shivay bhagwan tumhe dunia mane
karuna sagar antaryami kuch khane ko do to
mai janu tum ho dunia bhar ke swami
o dunia ke malik kahlane wale
bhukhe to jiya na jaye teri dunia me
o dunia ke malik kahlane wale
bhukhe to jiya na jaye teri dunia me

dharam na samjhu pap na janu
pet bharan ko jiwan manu
dharam na samjhu pap na janu
pet bharan ko jiwan manu
ye sab khel tumhara hai to
tumhe khilona pyara hai to phir kyu
o janam maran ka khel rachane wale
jine na diya jaye teri dunia me
o dunia ke malik kahlane wale
bhukhe to jiya na jaye teri dunia me

sukh se baithi dunia sari
mare bhukh se ek shikari
sukh se baithi dunia sari
mare bukh se ek shikari
ye darbar tumhara hai to
har koi tumko pyara hai to phir kyu
sar se ganga ki dhar bahane wale
aansu hi piya na jaye teri dunia me
o dunia ke malik kahlane wale
bhukhe to jiya na jaye teri dunia me

jag ne tumko shankar mana
maine tumko pathar jana
jag ne tumko shankar mana
maine tumko pathar jana
do shikar to tumko shankar manu
do shikar to tumko shankar manu
do shikar to tumko shankar manu
tumko shankar manu tumko shankar manu
tumko shankar manu shankar manu shankar manu

I bow to Shiva, whom the world adores,
Ocean of mercy, you know what’s within.
Grant me words, a plea to your divine shores,
For I know you are the master of all men.
Oh, Lord of this world, they call you by name,
Hunger gnaws, life here is a painful game.
Oh, Lord of this world, they call you by name,
Hunger gnaws, life here is a painful game.

I grasp no dharma, nor know of sin's sting,
To fill the belly, I deem life’s sole quest.
I grasp no dharma, nor know of sin's sting,
To fill the belly, I deem life’s sole quest.
If all this is your play, your grand design,
If this creation is cherished by thine, then why,
Oh, weaver of birth, death’s endless strand,
Life's not given, here in your promised land?
Oh, Lord of this world, they call you by name,
Hunger gnaws, life here is a painful game.

The world sits content, in effortless ease,
While a hunter starves, brought to his knees.
The world sits content, in effortless ease,
While a hunter starves, brought to his knees.
If this is your court, where justice resides,
If all are beloved, held close to your side, then why,
You, whose head the sacred Ganges grace,
Are tears the only drink in this forsaken place?
Oh, Lord of this world, they call you by name,
Hunger gnaws, life here is a painful game.

The world sees you as Shiva, the divine,
I see only stone, a heart that won't align.
The world sees you as Shiva, the divine,
I see only stone, a heart that won't align.
Grant two hunts, then Shiva I'll proclaim,
Grant two hunts, then Shiva I'll proclaim.
Grant two hunts, then Shiva I'll proclaim,
Shiva I’ll proclaim, Shiva I’ll proclaim.
Shiva I’ll proclaim, Shiva, Shiva, Shiva.