sun sun re jara insaan
sun sun re jara insaan
ho sun sun re jara insaan
kis par karta hai tu abhiman
ke ek din aayega vo toofan
ke jab mit jayegi matti me sab shan
sun sun re jara insaan

baate banata kyu badh badh ke
chalta kyu akad akad ke
kon bachane aayega
jab le jayega kaal pakad ke
are kitna badh le kitna badh le
kitna bhi chad le manjil hai teri madaan
o sun sun re jara insaan
kis par karta hai tu abhiman
ke ek din aayega vo toofan
ke jab mit jayegi matti me sab shan
sun sun re jara insaan

niche hai dharti upar hai aasman
chalti hai duniya ki chaki
iske do bade pato ke bich me
koi bacha na baki koi bacha na baki
are tu to kya cheez hai
tu to kya cheez yaha ravan se raja ka
baki raha na nishan
o sun sun re jara insaan
kis par karta hai tu abhiman
ke ek din aayega vo toofan
ke jab mit jayegi matti me sab shan
sun sun re jara insaan

bade bade papi aaye the jinke
sara jagat thehraya
ek din aise gire muh ke bal
char kandho ne unko uthaya
are auro ki kutiya
auro ki kutiya jalayega to
jal jayega tera makan
sun sun re jara insaan
kis par karta hai tu abhiman
ke ek din aayega vo toofan
ke jab mit jayegi matti me sab shan
sun sun re jara insaan

Hearken, oh human, lend an ear,
Hearken, oh human, drawing near,
Hearken, oh human, understand,
On what foundation do you stand?
For a tempest will surely rise,
And all your glory will then demise,
Hearken, oh human, give heed.

Why inflate your every word?
Why walk with such a haughty herd?
Who will come to your rescue then,
When death's cold hand will hold you in?
Oh, however much you gather,
However high you climb to higher,
The final field, your ending place,
Oh hearken, oh human, embrace.
On what foundation do you stand?
For a tempest will surely rise,
And all your glory will then demise,
Hearken, oh human, give heed.

Below, the earth, above, the sky,
The world's great mill goes grinding by,
Between its stones, all things are crushed,
None escape the turning rush,
None escape, none stay,
You are nothing, I say,
Even the kings, like Ravana's reign,
Leave not a trace, a mark remain,
Oh hearken, oh human, give heed.
On what foundation do you stand?
For a tempest will surely rise,
And all your glory will then demise,
Hearken, oh human, give heed.

Great sinners came, of wicked deed,
Whose presence made the whole world bleed,
One day they fell, faces down,
On four shoulders, wearing a crown.
Oh, if you set other huts aflame,
Your own house will be consumed by the same,
Hearken, oh human, give heed.
On what foundation do you stand?
For a tempest will surely rise,
And all your glory will then demise,
Hearken, oh human, give heed.