hamri mano to hamri mano to suno na ka kahe ee dunia
hum khush ho to khush na rahe ee dunia
dekha yaha dekha waha
mauka mile jaha batiya banayike
chakar chalaiyke dhokha kare waha
ke hamri mano to hamri mano to suno na ka kahe ee dunia
hum khush ho to khush na rahe ee dunia

o andhi nagri chopat raja re apni dafli apna baja re
o andhi nagri chopat raja re apni dafli apna baja re
thana ha isipahi bhi hai fir bhi padta hai daka re
ke hamri mano to hamri mano to suno na ka kahe ee dunia
hum khush ho to khush na rahe ee dunia

niyat khoti dhandhe khote re sare be pandi ke lote re
niyat khoti dhandhe khote re sare be pandi ke lote re
ghar unche jinke yaha dil unke kitne chote re
ke hamri mano to hamri mano to suno na ka kahe ee dunia
hum khush ho to khush na rahe ee dunia

takat uski jiski lathi re lathi ne ye dunia bati re
jamuri sach hai ke nahi takat uski jiski lathi re
lathi ne ye dunia bati re fasle garibo ki yaha
daulat walo ne kati re ke hamri mano to
hamri mano to suno na ka kahe ee dunia
hum khush ho to khush na rahe ee dunia

dekha yaha dekha waha
mauka mile jaha batiya banayike
chakar chalaiyke dhokha kare waha
ke hamri mano to
hamri mano to suno na ka kahe ee dunia
hum khush ho to khush na rahe ee dunia

If you heed, if you heed, then hear what the world whispers,
When we rejoice, the world withholds its bliss.
I've seen it here, and there,
Where tongues weave tales in every chance,
Spins webs of deceit, a cruel dance.
If you heed, if you heed, then hear what the world whispers,
When we rejoice, the world withholds its bliss.

Oh, a kingdom blind, a foolish king, each plays their own drum,
Oh, a kingdom blind, a foolish king, each plays their own drum,
Though law and soldiers stand, still plunder runs amok.
If you heed, if you heed, then hear what the world whispers,
When we rejoice, the world withholds its bliss.

Intentions tainted, trades all askew, all spineless, they tumble,
Intentions tainted, trades all askew, all spineless, they tumble,
Lofty homes they claim, yet hearts within are small and humble.
If you heed, if you heed, then hear what the world whispers,
When we rejoice, the world withholds its bliss.

Power belongs to the stick, the rod, the bludgeon's sway, it claims,
The rod has split the world, in separate frames.
Is this truth, this power of the stick?
The rod has split the world,
The poor's harvest, cut down by the rich's games.
If you heed, if you heed, then hear what the world whispers,
When we rejoice, the world withholds its bliss.

I've seen it here, and there,
Where tongues weave tales in every chance,
Spins webs of deceit, a cruel dance.
If you heed, if you heed, then hear what the world whispers,
When we rejoice, the world withholds its bliss.