azab teri dunia azab insan
dosh to hai ye andhiyare ka
hath na sujhe hatho ko
dosh to hai ye andhiyare ka
hath na sujhe hatho ko
deep to bechara nirdoshi hai
roz hai jalta raato ko
sach roye or jhuth hase
mai na samjhu in bato ke
re kaisi tune reet rachi bhagwan
kaisi tune reet rachi bhagwan
paap kare papi bhare punyawan
azab teri dunia azab insan

kaisi tune reet rachi bhagwan
kaisi tune reet rachi bhagwan
paap kare papi bhare punyawan
azab teri duniya azab insan

dosh to hai kapati rawan ka
punya ko jo chhal kar jeeta
dosh to hai kapati rawan ka
punya ko jo chhal kar jeeta
haar samagar is dharti me
ram ki manchai sita
uttar de bhagwan tujhe tu
chup ho de kayi yug bita re
kaisi tune reet rachi bhagwan
kaisi tune reet rachi bhagwan
paap kare papi bhare punyawan
azab teri dunia azab insan

A strange world, this, and stranger still, man.
The fault lies with the shadows deep,
Where hand cannot find hand,
The fault lies with the shadows deep.
The lamp, it bears no blame,
Burning bright through nights so long.
Truth weeps, and falsehood laughs,
These things, I cannot understand.
Oh, what a custom you have wrought, God,
What a custom you have wrought, God,
Sinners thrive, the righteous pay,
A strange world, this, and stranger still, man.

What a custom you have wrought, God,
What a custom you have wrought, God,
Sinners thrive, the righteous pay,
A strange world, this, and stranger still, man.

The fault lies with the cunning Ravana,
Who steals virtue to win his prize.
The fault lies with the cunning Ravana,
Who steals virtue to win his prize.
Defeat pervades this very earth,
For Rama's beloved Sita, desired.
Answer, God, you must,
Silent you sit through ages past, alas.
Oh, what a custom you have wrought, God,
What a custom you have wrought, God,
Sinners thrive, the righteous pay,
A strange world, this, and stranger still, man.