sant log farmay gaye ji is jag me kalyug aavega
sant log farmay gaye ji is jag me kalyug aavega
do charo ke bich zamana apni tang adavega
sant log farmay gaye ji is jag me kalyug aavega

majnu ranjhe ved bawre gate rote
kidhar gaye gate rote kidhar gaye
majnu ranjhe ved bawre gate rote
kidhar gaye gate rote kidhar gaye
hey duniya ki jhuti rito ne inko mara gujar gaye
inko mara gujar gaye bhai kan lageke sun sako
to sun lo yahi sada hai aati jalim unchi hai diware duniya ki
ke hum na tod sake ke tum par chhod chale
zamana tod de ye diwar nahi to
tu bhi arey tu bhi sar chakaraye ga
sant log farmay gaye ji is jag me kalyug aavega
do charo ke bich zamana apni tang adavega
sant log farmay gaye ji is jag me kalyug aavega

hey akal ke dushman chhod zid ko
nahi jat koi chahat ki nahi jat koi chahat ki
arey yaha amiri bane fakiri ajab hai duniya ulfat ki
ajab hai duniya ulfat ki pyar me hum tum sab hi ek koi
nahi hai koi uncha nicha jo na samjhega use samjhavege
pyar ke dushman ko rah par lavege
kasam se tab chhod ege jalim
ko jab do dil arey do dil ek karavega
sant log farmay gaye ji is jag me kalyug aavega
do charo ke bich zamana apni tang adavega
sant log farmay gaye ji is jag me kalyug aavega

The saints have spoken, foretelling the age of Kali will descend,
The saints have spoken, foretelling the age of Kali will descend,
Between the four corners, this world's grip will tighten, transcend.
The saints have spoken, foretelling the age of Kali will descend.

Majnu, Ranjha, the mad, the lost, singing, weeping,
Where have they gone, singing, weeping, where?
Majnu, Ranjha, the mad, the lost, singing, weeping,
Where have they gone, singing, weeping, where?
By the false ways of this world, they were slain, they did disappear,
Listen close, lend your ear,
To the echo of the departing, a cruel world with towering walls.
We could not break them, we leave them to you,
Or the world will tear down these walls, or you,
Oh, you too will be left reeling, will too despair.
The saints have spoken, foretelling the age of Kali will descend,
Between the four corners, this world's grip will tighten, transcend.
The saints have spoken, foretelling the age of Kali will descend.

O foes of reason, abandon your pride,
No caste resides within love, no caste resides within love.
Here, wealth turns to poverty, such is the strangeness of love's tide,
Such is the strangeness of love's tide.
In love, we are all one, there is no high or low,
Those who do not understand, we shall enlighten,
We will bring the enemies of love to the right path,
By oath, we will leave the cruel,
When two hearts, oh two hearts, are made one.
The saints have spoken, foretelling the age of Kali will descend,
Between the four corners, this world's grip will tighten, transcend.
The saints have spoken, foretelling the age of Kali will descend.