sun lo purab paschhim uttar dakshin ke ae logo
jivan sabke liye saja hai, hasate hasate bhogo
nam nahi koi dham nahi, hai number se pehchan
kya raja kya rank yaha pe, sab hai ek saman
nam nahi koi dham nahi, hai number se pehchan
kya raja kya rank yaha pe, sab hai ek saman
nam nahi koi dham nahi

bhasha ko diwar banake, kyu tu bair kamaye
bol pyar ki boli aisi, gair tera ho jaye
bhasha ko diwar banake, kyu tu bair kamaye
bol pyar ki boli aisi, gair tera ho jaye
dil ki bhyasha sab ki bhasaha, jan le o anjan
kya raja kya rank yaha pe, sab hai ek saman
nam nahi koi dham nahi, hai number se pehchan
kya raja kya rank yaha pe, sab hai ek saman
nam nahi koi dham nahi

bura na dekho, bura na bolo, bura suno na bhai
sab dharmo ka yahi hai maksad, yahi to hai sachchayi
bura na dekho, bura na bolo, bura suno na bhai
sab dharmo ka yahi hai maksad, yahi to hai sachchayi
chahe gita bibal padhalo, chahe granth kuran
kya raja kya rank yaha pe, sab hai ek saman
nam nahi koi dham nahi, hai number se pehchan
kya raja kya rank yaha pe, sab hai ek saman
nam nahi koi dham nahi

josh mein aake bhul gaya tu, tu hai ek khilauna
kok se tune janam liya hai, maut ki god mein sona
josh mein aake bhul gaya tu, tu hai ek khilauna
kok se tune janam liya hai, maut ki god mein sona
kandhe chadh ke jayega, nirbal ho ya balwan
kya raja kya rank yaha pe, sab hai ek saman
nam nahi koi dham nahi, hai number se pehchan
kya raja kya rank yaha pe, sab hai ek saman
nam nahi koi dham nahi

Hearken, East and West, North, South, all humankind,
Life's a stage, a dance for all, with laughter intertwined.
No name, no place, a number marks our fleeting stay,
Here, the king and pauper meet, in equal disarray.
No name, no place, a number marks our fleeting stay,
Here, the king and pauper meet, in equal disarray.
No name, no place.

Why build walls with tongues, and sow the seeds of strife?
Speak the words of love, that turn a stranger's life,
Why build walls with tongues, and sow the seeds of strife?
Speak the words of love, that turn a stranger's life.
The heart's own language speaks to all, oh heedless soul,
Here, the king and pauper meet, in equal whole.
No name, no place, a number marks our fleeting stay,
Here, the king and pauper meet, in equal disarray.
No name, no place.

See no evil, speak no ill, nor heed a hateful sound,
For all faiths whisper this, on sacred, hallowed ground.
See no evil, speak no ill, nor heed a hateful sound,
For all faiths whisper this, on sacred, hallowed ground.
Whether Gita, Bible read, or Quran's verses deep,
Here, the king and pauper meet, in slumber's sleep.
No name, no place, a number marks our fleeting stay,
Here, the king and pauper meet, in equal disarray.
No name, no place.

Lost in passion's fire, forget you're but a toy,
Born from the womb, to sleep in death's employ.
Lost in passion's fire, forget you're but a toy,
Born from the womb, to sleep in death's employ.
Upon a shoulder borne, the weak, the strong depart,
Here, the king and pauper meet, with broken heart.
No name, no place, a number marks our fleeting stay,
Here, the king and pauper meet, in equal disarray.
No name, no place.