kyun desh ko yaaro bechte ho, dharti ka sauda karte ho
kyun desh ko yaaro bechte ho, dharti ka sauda karte ho
rab se bhi nahi tum darte ho, jara socho jara samjho
sab duniya duniya karte hai, ye duniya to kuchh bhi nahi
ek khwab hai saaya hai aakhir ye duniya to kuchh bhi nahi
sab duniya duniya karte hai

kyun chain aman ki basti mein, nafrat ki aag jalate ho
kuchh noto voto ke khatir, dange aur fasad karate ho
aisa karke kya paate ho, tum kaise insaa ho
sab duniya duniya karte hai, ye duniya to kuchh bhi nahi
ek khwab hai saaya hai aakhir ye duniya to kuchh bhi nahi

haivano se gaddaro se humko milke ladna hoga
milke aage badhna hoga, ab darna tum chhodo
sab duniya duniya karte hai, ye duniya to kuchh bhi nahi
ek khwab hai saaya hai aakhir ye duniya to kuchh bhi nahi

sukhdev bhagatsingh rajguru phir is dharti pe aayenge
sukhdev bhagatsingh rajguru phir is dharti pe aayenge
aazadi humko dilayenge hai humko ye bharosa
sab duniya duniya karte hai, ye duniya to kuchh bhi nahi
ek khwab hai saaya hai aakhir ye duniya to kuchh bhi nahi
sab duniya duniya karte hai

Why, friends, do you sell the nation?
Barter the earth, its ancient station?
Fear not even the divine gaze,
Pause, reflect in these fading days.

All chase the world, this fleeting scene,
Yet the world is naught, a phantom sheen.
A dream, a shade, a whispered plea,
The world is dust for you and me.

Why, in peace’s tranquil space,
Do you ignite hate’s fiery embrace?
For fleeting gains, a paltry sum,
You sow discord, till kingdom come.
What is the prize, the bitter gain?
What manner of men in sun and rain?
All chase the world, this fleeting scene,
Yet the world is naught, a phantom sheen.
A dream, a shade, a whispered plea,
The world is dust for you and me.

Against the beasts, the traitors’ hand,
Together we must make a stand.
Forward we march, with hearts ablaze,
Let fear now fade in future days.
All chase the world, this fleeting scene,
Yet the world is naught, a phantom sheen.
A dream, a shade, a whispered plea,
The world is dust for you and me.

Sukdev, Bhagat Singh, Rajguru too,
Shall rise again, in skies of blue.
They'll bring us freedom, strong and true,
This hope we hold, forever new.
All chase the world, this fleeting scene,
Yet the world is naught, a phantom sheen.
A dream, a shade, a whispered plea,
The world is dust for you and me.
All chase the world...