duniya ek adalat hai jisme sabka mukadma chal raha hai
koi andar ja raha hai koi bahar nikal raha hai
koi mujrim koi begunah
dono ke liye jaruri hai gawah kya
apni gawahi sab mante hai
hum jhuth bolte hai mante hai
log jhuth bolte hai mante nahi
hum jhuth bolte hai mante hai
log jhuth bolte hai mante nahi
aap humko pehchante hai
aap unko pehchante nahi
hum jhuth bolte hai mante hai
log jhuth bolte hai mante nahi

jaise namak bina khana nahi banta
pyar bina koi diwana nahi banta
jaise namak bina khana nahi banta
pyar bina koi diwana nahi banta
jhut bina sacha fasana nahi banta
hum to ye bat bas jante hai kya
kya hum jhuth bolte hai mante hai
log jhuth bolte hai mante nahi
hum jhuth bolte hai mante hai
log jhuth bolte hai mante nahi

masjid me sach hai mandir me sach hai
kisi kisi mastklandar me sach hai
masjid me sach hai mandir me sach hai
kisi kisi mastklandar me sach hai
ho baki yaha kis ke andar me sach hai
hum to ye bat bas jante hai kya
kya hum jhuth bolte hai mante hai
log jhuth bolte hai mante nahi
hum jhuth bolte hai mante hai
log jhuth bolte hai mante nahi

The world, a court, where judgments are cast,
Some entering in, others released, at last.
Some guilty, some free, a bewildering array,
For both, a witness is needed, come what may.

Each swears their truth, a self-serving plea,
We lie, we believe, eternally.
They lie, they believe, a familiar refrain,
We lie, we believe, again and again.
They lie, they believe, the same hollow sound,
You know us, but them you've never found.
We lie, we believe, the truth we conceal,
They lie, they believe, the wounds they reveal.

As salt is essential to nourish the feast,
Without love, no heart can ever be released.
As salt is essential to nourish the feast,
Without love, no heart can ever be released.
Without falsehood, truth finds no ease,
This, we alone know, if you please.
Do we lie, and believe it to be,
They lie, and believe, for all to see?
We lie, we believe, the web we weave,
They lie, they believe, as we perceive.

In the mosque, truth resides, in the temple it dwells,
In the heart of a mystic, its essence compels.
In the mosque, truth resides, in the temple it dwells,
In the heart of a mystic, its essence compels.
But in whom else does truth truly tell?
This, we alone know, the stories we sell.
Do we lie, and believe it to be,
They lie, and believe, for all to see?
We lie, we believe, the game we play,
They lie, they believe, and fade away.