rakasa hu main par rakasa nahi hu
nahi hu nahi hu nahi hu nahi hu
rakasa hu main par rakasa nahi hu
tamasha to hu par tamasha nahi hu
logo ki khidmad ka hai saikh mujhko
magar rang tamsho ka hai saukh unko
to gaa gaa ke unke karib aa rahi hu
to gaa gaa ke unke karib aa rahi hu
kyu sewa mein unki badhi ja rahi hu
rakasa hu main par rakasa nahi hu
tamasha to hu par tamasha nahi hu

mujhe nach nachni hai aise maje ke
jinhe dekh lo hu hardy to jad ke
magar dhadakno mein buraai naa hogi
magar dhadakno mein buraai naa hogi
kala ki kabhi jag hansaai naa hogi
rakasa hu main par rakasa nahi hu
tamasha to hu par tamasha nahi hu

nange badan se kala ka janaja
na mujhse uthenga
daulat ke khatir jo apna
tan beche koi aur hoga
dhanke mere jab chalan ke bajenge
kahungi main jab sunne lagenge
jo hansungi main log hansne lagenge
nachungi main log nacjne lagenge
to aise main ek nayi aawaj dungi
logo ko apne vishwas dungi
mahanat karo aur chalan apna rakho
rakasa jab rakhti hai to tum kyo na rakho
tum kyo na rakho tum kyo na rakho

I am a dancer, yet I am not.
Not I, not I, not I, not I.
A dancer I am, but not the dance itself.
A spectacle, yes, but not a mere show.

I yearn to serve the people's needs,
But they crave the vibrant colors of the stage.
So I sing, drawing closer to them,
Singing, inching nearer, ever near.
Why do I serve them, year after year?
I am a dancer, yet I am not.
A spectacle, yes, but not a mere show.

I must dance a dance of such delight,
That hearts may leap at the sight.
Yet, in those beats, no darkness shall reside,
No evil in the rhythm shall hide.
My art will never be mocked, never derided.
I am a dancer, yet I am not.
A spectacle, yes, but not a mere show.

From my bare form, art's funeral pyre,
Shall never be lit by my desire.
For riches, if bodies must sell,
Let it be another's tale to tell.
When my anklets chime, echoing clear,
And I speak, and the world begins to hear,
When I laugh, and the people laugh with glee,
When I dance, and they dance along with me,
Then a new voice will I impart,
To give the people faith, a brand new start.
Labor hard, and your own path define,
If the dancer does, then why not thine?
Why not thine? Why not thine?