jab tum jag me aaye the
jag hansmukh tum roye
aisi karni kar chalo
tum hansmukh jag roye

aa na mane
ho sakta hai kaanto se bhi phul ki khushbu aaye
duniya na mane, duniya na mane
ho sakta hai sagar bhi mitha pani ban jaye
duniya na mane, duniya na mane

ye duniya chand lakire khenche aur chalti jaye
na mane kabhi kisi ki
bas apni hi manwaye
ho sakta baat pate ki pagal bhi kah jaye
duniya na mane, duniya na mane

girte ko sabne dekha par kisne diya sahara
chamke to tara mane aur tute to angara
ho sakta hai angara ek din shabnam ban jaye
duniya na mane, duniya na mane
ho sakta hai kaanto se bhi phul ki khushbu aaye
duniya na mane, duniya na mane
ho sakta hai sagar bhi mitha pani ban jaye
duniya na mane, duniya na mane

When you entered this world,
The world rejoiced, you wept.
Live a life so profound,
The world weeps, you are at rest.

The world won't concede,
A rose's fragrance might bloom from thorns.
The world won't believe, the world won't believe,
The ocean's depths might transform to sweet water.
The world won't believe, the world won't believe.

This world draws lines, and relentlessly moves on,
Never yielding to another's will,
Only asserting its own desires.
A madman's words might hold hidden truth.
The world won't believe, the world won't believe.

All see the fallen, yet few extend a hand.
They praise the star's gleam, condemn its fall.
A burning ember might become morning dew.
The world won't believe, the world won't believe.
A rose's fragrance might bloom from thorns.
The world won't believe, the world won't believe,
The ocean's depths might transform to sweet water.
The world won't believe, the world won't believe.