dunia jidhar jhuke jhuk ja
dunia jidhar ruke ruk ja
aise ho ya waise ho tu kam chalaye ja
kyu bhai aplam ha bhai chaplam
kyu bhai aplam ha bhai chaplam

hai kaun jaha me jhutha to kon hai pyare sacha
jo apna rang jamale hai wo hi sabse acha
hai kaun jaha me jhutha to kon hai pyare sacha
jo apna rang jamale hai wo hi sabse acha
mauka jaha mile dat ja hatna jaha pade hat ja
aise ho ya waise ho tu kam chalaye ja
kyu bhai aplam ha bhai chaplam
kyu bhai aplam ha bhai chaplam

chadte suraj ko pujo kahta hai yahi jamana
jis sur me gaye dunia us sur me gate jana
chadte suraj ko pujo kahta hai yahi jamana
jis sur me gaye dunia us sur me gate jana
bole agar ye sa to sa bole agar ye pa to pa
aise ho ya waise ho tu kam chalaye ja
kyu bhai aplam ha bhai chaplam
kyu bhai aplam ha bhai chaplam

chahe ye dunia hamko kitna hi farod pukare
ham kaun hai yaro kya hai bas god hi jane pyare
chahe ye dunia hamko kitna hi farod pukare
ham kaun hai yaro kya hai bas god hi jane pyare
koi bura kahe to kya koi bhala kahe to kya
aise ho ya waise ho tu kam chalaye ja
kyu bhai aplam ha bhai chaplam
kyu bhai aplam ha bhai chaplam
dunia jidhar jhuke jhuk ja
aise ho ya waise ho tu kam chalaye ja
kyu bhai aplam ha bhai chaplam
kyu bhai aplam ha bhai chaplam

Bend where the world bows, let your form comply,
Pause where the world stills, beneath the same sky.
Be it this way, or that, just make your way through,
Why, my friend, the fickle, it's what you must do?
Why, my friend, the fickle, it's what you must do?

Who is false in this world, and who, darling, is true?
The one who can color the world, that's the best view.
Who is false in this world, and who, darling, is true?
The one who can color the world, that's the best view.
Where opportunity knocks, bravely stand your ground,
Where you must retreat, let no sorrow be found.
Be it this way, or that, just make your way through,
Why, my friend, the fickle, it's what you must do?
Why, my friend, the fickle, it's what you must do?

Worship the rising sun, the world's ancient decree,
Sing in the tune of the world's melody.
Worship the rising sun, the world's ancient decree,
Sing in the tune of the world's melody.
If they say "Sa," then sing "Sa," if "Pa," you must too,
Be it this way, or that, just make your way through,
Why, my friend, the fickle, it's what you must do?
Why, my friend, the fickle, it's what you must do?

Though the world may call us by any false name they choose,
Who we are, what we are, only God truly knows.
Though the world may call us by any false name they choose,
Who we are, what we are, only God truly knows.
If they speak ill, what of it? If praise is their plea?
Be it this way, or that, just make your way through,
Why, my friend, the fickle, it's what you must do?
Why, my friend, the fickle, it's what you must do?
Bend where the world bows, let your form comply,
Be it this way, or that, just make your way through,
Why, my friend, the fickle, it's what you must do?
Why, my friend, the fickle, it's what you must do?