raja naam mera are jo na bhul kare
ye hath jaha pade mera vo kaam jhata pat chale
patli aajadi tirchi ya adi sab ko sidha kare
raja naam mera are jo na bhul kare
raja naam mera

chahe mile chakda gadi bana de
jo na kabhi chal sake use dauda de
aisa jawa yaaro kon hoga jag me
aisa kaha hoga josh rag rag me
tajub hai ho ram pam pa
dard nahi ho ram pam pa
kal ghar pe nahi ho ram pam pa
badla rang purana ab hai naya jamana
mai vahi karta hu pyare jaise mera man bole
apni ye jad tirchi ye aad usko sidha kare
tar rum pam raja naam mera

raja naam mera
are jo na bhul kare raja naam mera
are jo na bhul kare patali aajadi tirchi ya adi
sab ko sidha kare raja naam mera
are jo na bhul kare raja naam mera

jaise koi aayi ho nayi dhun taal ko bhi kare
pyar ussi tarah hum hai ye bade najuk jaise phool ho
chuna jara fir se in hasino ko dilbar ye
shola badan hai pyare ye jhute sanam
hote hai kya husan vale
fir ye ham se pucho ye chadar khali ho
choad ke chal de vo yaaro par ham na chode na
jispe man dole re use pa ke rahe tram ram pem
raja naam mera raja naam mera
jo na bhul kare raja naam mera
jo na bhul kare patali ajadi tirchi ya adi
sab ko sidha kare raja naam mera
jo na bhul kare raja naam mera

My name is King, beware of all who err,
My touch transforms, swift is the work I stir.
The crooked paths, the twisted ways, I mend,
My name is King, on whom all things depend.
My name is King.

If a cart is found, I make it whole and grand,
The unmoving, I command to race the land.
Who in this world bears such vigor and such might?
Such passion flows, igniting day and night.
Amazement rings, rum pum pa,
No pain is felt, rum pum pa,
Tomorrow's gone, rum pum pa,
Old hues now fade, a new age takes its stand,
I heed the heart, obeying its command.
The tilted, turned, and warped, I set them true,
Taram pum King, my name echoes through.

My name is King,
Beware of all who err, my name is King.
Beware of all who err, the twisted, crooked, all,
I make them straight, my name is King.
Beware of all who err, my name is King.

As a new tune to rhythm takes its flight,
In love, we are, like fragile flowers bright.
Touch them again, these beauties, darlings fair,
A flame their bodies, false idols to ensnare.
What fate befalls the beautiful, they say?
Ask us again, though the blanket falls away.
They leave us, friends, but we will never yield,
That which the heart desires, we claim the field, taram ram pum.
My name is King, my name is King,
Beware of all who err, my name is King.
Beware of all who err, the twisted, crooked, all,
I make them straight, my name is King.
Beware of all who err, my name is King.