phunk do aake bhagwan apna jahan phunk do
phunk do aake bhagwan apna jahan phunk do
bejubano ko jina yaha hai mna
apne aansu bhi pina yaha hia mna
bejubano ko jina yaha hai mna
apne aansu bhi pina yaha hia mna
are mola na chah ke bhi
daman bhi sina yaha par
phunk do aake bhagwan apna jahan phunk do

thokare khaye majaburiyo char so
pi gaya aadmi aadmi ka lahu
thokare khaye majaburiyo char so
pi gaya aadmi aadmi ka lahu
chup ho chup ho jaise suni ye nahi dasta
phunk do aake bhagwan apna jahan phunk do

ye mahal ye najare ye ghar phunk do
ye mahal ye najare ye ghar phunk do
aao aakar aao aakar
aao aakara ye sara nagar phunk do
chahiye chahiye ek jamin ek naya aasman
phunk do phunk do
phunk do aake bhagwan apna jahan phunk do

Breathe, O God, and consume this world, breathe,
Breathe, O God, and consume this world, breathe.
The voiceless are forbidden to live,
Even their tears, forbidden to give.
The voiceless are forbidden to live,
Even their tears, forbidden to give.
Oh, Mola, though unwilling,
To stitch the hem, here, is the only skill.
Breathe, O God, and consume this world, breathe.

Four hundred knocks of desperation,
Man drinks man's blood in this desolation.
Four hundred knocks of desperation,
Man drinks man's blood in this desolation.
Silent, as though they have not heard the tale,
Breathe, breathe, O God, and consume this world, breathe.

These palaces, these scenes, these homes, consume,
These palaces, these scenes, these homes, consume.
Come, come, arise,
And consume this entire town, consume.
We yearn, we crave, for earth, for a sky anew.
Breathe, breathe,
Breathe, O God, and consume this world, breathe.