kya mar sakegi maut use oro ke liye jo jita hai
milta hai jaha ka pyar use oro ke jo ansu pita hai
kya mar sakegi maut use oro ke liye jo jita hai
milta hai jaha ka pyar use oro ke jo ansu pita hai
kya mar sakegi maut use

balapan vidya ke liye hai bhog ke liye jawani hai
balapan vidya ke liye hai bhog ke liye jawani hai
jog ke liye budapa hai ye jag ki rit purani hai
hai karam yog hi yog bada yahi sachayi yahi gita hai
milta hai jaha ka pyar use oro ke jo ansu pita hai
kya mar sakegi maut use oro ke liye jo jita hai
milta hai jaha ka pyar use oro ke jo ansu pita hai
kya mar sakegi maut use

hona hota hai jinko amar wo log to marte hi aaye
hona hota hai jinko amar wo log to marte hi aaye
oro ke liye jiwan apna balidan wo karte hi aaye
dharti ko diye jisne badal wo sagar kabhi na rita hai
milta hai jaha ka pyar use oro ke jo ansu pita hai
kya mar sakegi maut use

jisne wish piya bana sankar, jisne wish piya bani mira
jisne wish piya bana sankar, jisne wish piya bani mira
jo cheda gaya ban moti, jo kata gaya bana hira
wo nar hai to hai ram, wo nari hai to sita hai
milta hai jaha ka pyar use oro ke jo ansu pita hai
kya mar sakegi maut use oro ke liye jo jita hai
milta hai jaha ka pyar use oro ke jo ansu pita hai
kya mar sakegi maut use

Can death truly claim the one who lives for others?
The world's affection finds him, the one who lives for others.
Can death truly claim him?

Childhood blooms for learning, youth for pleasure's feast,
Childhood blooms for learning, youth for pleasure's feast,
Old age finds its solace in renunciation, an ancient earthly creed.
Action's yoga is the greatest, this the truth, this the song's refrain.
The world's affection finds him, the one who drinks the tears of others.
Can death truly claim the one who lives for others?
The world's affection finds him, the one who lives for others.
Can death truly claim him?

Those destined for eternity, they've always known death's door.
Those destined for eternity, they've always known death's door.
For others, they surrender life, they offer sacrifice galore.
The one who gives the earth its clouds, their ocean never dries.
The world's affection finds him, the one who lives for others.
Can death truly claim him?

He who drank poison, became Shiva, she who drank poison, became Meera.
He who drank poison, became Shiva, she who drank poison, became Meera.
Pierced, he became a pearl, cut, he became a diamond clear.
If man, then Rama, if woman, then Sita, divine is their core.
The world's affection finds him, the one who lives for others.
Can death truly claim the one who lives for others?
The world's affection finds him, the one who lives for others.
Can death truly claim him?