ba adad ba mulaheja ba hosiyar
nahi nahi be adab be mulahija be muhar
raja sahab ghar nahi hamko kisi ka dar nahi
aj to gardan unchi karke kahenge ham so bar
be adab be mulahija be muhar
ba adad ba mulaheja ba hosiyar
raja sahab ghar nahi hamko kisi ka dar nahi
aj to gardan unchi karke kahenge ham so bar
be adab be mulahija be muhar
ba adad ba mulaheja ba hosiyar

nachenge or gayenge chikhenge chilayenge
man marji ka pahnenge man marji ka khayenge
mahal ki unchi diwaro se dur hai pahredar
be adab be mulahija be muhar
ba adad ba mulaheja ba hosiyar
chup gaddar

ankhe jhuki jhuki ho kyu
sanse ruki ruki ho kyu
raja ji jab yaha nahi to bate ho betuki kyu
aj ke din to band karo ye jhut ka karobar
beadab be mulahija be muhar
ba adad ba mulaheja ba hosiyar

rajo or sultano ka kissa gaye jamano ka
rajo or sultano ka kissa gaye jamano ka
insano ke age kyu shish jhuke insano ka
aye samjha yug in rasmo se hai bejar
be adab be mulahija be muhar
ba adad ba mulaheja ba hosiyar

With grace, with deference, with a cautious eye,
No, no, without grace, without care, with reins untied.
No king's house is our home, no fear do we hold,
Today we'll lift our necks and stories be told:
Without grace, without care, with reins untied.
With grace, with deference, with a cautious eye,
No king's house is our home, no fear do we hold,
Today we'll lift our necks and stories be told:
Without grace, without care, with reins untied.
With grace, with deference, with a cautious eye.

We'll dance, we'll sing, we'll scream and we'll shout,
Wear what we will, and feast without a doubt.
Far from the high palace walls, the guards now rest,
Without grace, without care, with reins untied.
With grace, with deference, with a cautious eye.
Quiet, traitor.

Why are your eyes downcast, low?
Why are your breaths so slow?
No king's house is our home, no fear do we hold,
Today we'll lift our necks and stories be told:
Without grace, without care, with reins untied.
With grace, with deference, with a cautious eye.

Of kings and Sultans, tales of times gone by,
Of kings and Sultans, tales of times gone by,
Why bow our heads to other men, and lie?
This age, it wearies of such hollow art,
Without grace, without care, with reins untied.
With grace, with deference, with a cautious eye.