fulon se rangin zami hai kaaton ka gum bhi yahi hai
dunia ke malik ye dunia teri hai meri nahi hai
fulon se rangin zami hai

khilti hai kaliya mujhe kya haste hai nadia mujhe kya
rota hai insan mujhe kya dunia ke malik
ho dunia ke malik ye dunia are teri hai meri nahi hai
fulon se rangi zami hai

fulon ko murjhate dekha bhawro ko ud jate dekha
tujhko na sharmate dekha dunia ke malik
ho dunia ke malik ye dunia are teri hai meri nahi hai
fulon se rangi zami hai

dede ke teri duhai khate hai mehnat parai
karte hai bande khudayi dunia ke malik
ho dunia ke malik ye dunia are teri hai meri nahi hai
dunia ke malik ye dunia teri hai meri nahi hai
fulon se rangin zami hai

A world of bloom, a vibrant ground,
Where thorns of sorrow can be found.
O Lord of all, this world is thine,
Not mine, oh, not a world of mine.
A world of bloom, a vibrant ground.

The blossoms bloom, but what to me?
The rivers flow, what claim have I?
Men weep and wail, what can I say?
O Lord of all, come what may!
O Lord of all, this world is thine,
Not mine, oh, not a world of mine.
A world of bloom, a vibrant ground.

I've seen the flowers fade away,
And honeybees in swift array.
But Thee, I've seen without a blush,
O Lord of all, in silent hush!
O Lord of all, this world is thine,
Not mine, oh, not a world of mine.
A world of bloom, a vibrant ground.

They sing Your praise, yet seize what's due,
From others' toil, a greedy crew.
They fashion gods with heart of stone,
O Lord of all, and stand alone.
O Lord of all, this world is thine,
Not mine, oh, not a world of mine.
O Lord of all, this world is thine,
Not mine, oh, not a world of mine.
A world of bloom, a vibrant ground.