jiwan ek sapna hai duniya ek maya hai
ye mai nahi kahta hu ye vedo ne bataya hai
rama rama rama rama rama rama re
rama rama rama rama rama rama re
mana mana maine mana mai hu mawali
mana mana meri har bat nirali
mawalli hu mai saitan to nahi gira hua koi insan to nahi
rama rama rama rama rama rama re
rama rama rama rama rama rama re

pyala chhu liya to maine kya kiya
jahar le liya to maine kya kiya
are bhai maine kya kiya
dete hai sarif log hame kyu gali
khud to pi jate hai ye oro ki lali
rama rama rama rama rama rama re
rama rama rama rama rama rama re

yar pe marna apni jindagi pyar karna hai apni bandagi
are bhai apni bandagi ek hi yaro kamjori hamari
pyari lagti hai hamko hasino se yari
rama rama rama rama rama rama re
rama rama rama rama rama rama re

sachai pe ada to gunah kya kiya
burai se lada to bura kya kiya
are dolgappa golgappa golgappa ga
ye kale dhandhe wale to ho gaye amir
mehnat karne wale rah gaye fakir
rama rama rama rama rama rama re
mana mana maine mana mai hu mawali
mana mana meri har bat nirali
mawalli hu mai saitan to nahi gira hua koi insan to nahi
rama rama rama rama rama rama re
rama rama rama rama rama rama re

Life, a dream, the world a shimmering illusion,
Not my words, but the Vedas' deep conclusion.
Rama Rama Rama, a rhythm in the soul,
Rama Rama Rama, making spirits whole.

I embrace my rakish ways, I confess,
My every word, a touch of wild finesse.
A rogue I am, but no demon's hold,
No fallen soul, a story to be told.
Rama Rama Rama, a rhythm in the soul,
Rama Rama Rama, making spirits whole.

If a cup I held, what crime is done?
If poison tasted, battle barely begun?
Oh, what have I done, I ask with a plea?
Why do the righteous cast their stones at me?
They drink the wine, yet scorn the crimson stain,
While their own hidden darknesses remain.
Rama Rama Rama, a rhythm in the soul,
Rama Rama Rama, making spirits whole.

To die for love, that is my only art,
To love, my prayer, the beat within my heart.
This, my weakness, laid bare for all to see,
Friendship with beauty, a sweet decree.
Rama Rama Rama, a rhythm in the soul,
Rama Rama Rama, making spirits whole.

If truth I held, what sin have I embraced?
If evil fought, what honor have I misplaced?
Oh, Golgappa, Golgappa, sing your song,
While black market fortunes flourish strong,
The honest toilers, in rags they reside.
Rama Rama Rama, a rhythm in the soul,
I embrace my rakish ways, I confess,
My every word, a touch of wild finesse.
A rogue I am, but no demon's hold,
No fallen soul, a story to be told.
Rama Rama Rama, a rhythm in the soul,
Rama Rama Rama, making spirits whole.