rakh sar tera haath faqira, raaho ka tu hi wazira
karde pathar bhi heera ho
rakh sar tera haath faqira, raaho ka tu hi wazira
karde pathar bhi heera ho
chhu ke hatho ki laqeere badli tune taqdeere
tu hai koi peer faqira ho

ho shan me shaan me chalengi tope, top wo sarkari hogi
ho shan me shaan me chalengi tope, top wo sarkari hogi
arey dekhna ek din naam ki apne daak ticket jaari hogi
daak ticket jaari hogi, hey

tu hi tu kalam bhi syahi bhi hai tu
harf bhi, likhai bhi hai tu
tu hi hukum bhi tu hakim bhi tu

meherban tu zaalim bhi tu
maalik bhi mulazim bhi hai tu
sazaa bhi rihayi bhi tu, khoobi bhi burai bhi tu
khuda bhi khudai bhi hai tu

hey hey
sooraj ke sath jab aayenge khari khasta ban maska, ho
chanda ji ko bhi lagayenge cutting chai ka chaska
aasmaan ki shelf se tare hum utarenge
bana ke lalten unhe darwaze pe tangenge

aankho pe khwabo ke chashme chadha lo
duniya chamatkari hogi
aankho pe khwabo ke chashme chadha lo
duniya chamatkari hogi

arey dekhna ek din naam ki apne daak ticket jari hogi
rakh sar tera haath faqira, raaho ka tu hi wazira
karde pathar bhi heera ho, daak ticket jaari hogi
chhu ke hatho ki laqeere badli tune taqdeere
tu hai koi peer faqira ho, daak ticket jari hogi hoy

Place thy head in the hand of the mystic, thou art the guide of all roads,
Turn stones to diamonds, let the world unfold.
Place thy head in the hand of the mystic, thou art the guide of all roads,
Turn stones to diamonds, let the world unfold.
Touch of thy hand, lines of fate rearranged, destinies transformed,
Thou art a saint, a mystic of old.

In glory, in glory, the cannons will thunder, official and grand,
In glory, in glory, the cannons will thunder, official and grand,
Behold, a day shall come, thy name on a stamp, across the land!
A postal stamp released, oh!

Thou art the pen, the ink that flows,
The very letters, the writing that grows.
Thou art the command, the ruler's decree,
Merciful thou, and the harsh decree.
Master thou art, and the servant's plight,
Punishment thou art, and freedom's light,
Goodness and evil, both reside in thee,
God thou art, and the divinity.

Oh, oh!
With the sun, we'll rise, with crispy toast and butter bright,
Even the moon will crave a cutting chai, with all its might.
From the shelves of the heavens, we will pluck the stars with glee,
And hang them as lanterns, for all the world to see.
Upon your eyes, place the glasses of dreams,
The world will be wondrous, it brightly gleams.
Upon your eyes, place the glasses of dreams,
The world will be wondrous, it brightly gleams.
Behold, a day shall come, thy name on a stamp, across the land!
Place thy head in the hand of the mystic, thou art the guide of all roads,
Turn stones to diamonds, a postal stamp released!
Touch of thy hand, lines of fate rearranged, destinies transformed,
Thou art a saint, a mystic of old, a postal stamp released, oh!