aa tin kanastar pit pit kar
gala phad kar chillana
yaar mere mat bura man
ye gana hai na bajana hai
tin kanastar piit-piit kar

nach ke badale kamar nachana
uchhal ke sarkas dikhalana
bhul hai terii tu samjha hai
duniya pagalakhana hai
tin kanastar pit pit kar

udhar se lekar idhar jama kar
kab tak kam chalaoge
kiska raha zamana
ek din mahfil se uth jaoge
mahafil se uth jaoge
nakal ka dhandha chal nahi
sakta ek din to pachhatana hai
yar mere mat bura

bhul gaya tu tanasen ki
tan yahii par gunji thii
sur ke jadugar baiju ki
shan yahiin par gunji thi
mar ke amar hai sahagal
usaka har koi diivana hai
har koi diivana hai
mar ke amar hai sahagal usaka
yar mere mat bura

Beating on tin cans, a cacophony,
Throats raw, a scream against the sky,
My friend, don't take offense, you see,
This song is not for playing, but to cry.
Beating on tin cans.

Dancing, a twist of the waist's sway,
Leaping, a circus for the eye,
A folly you think you understand, they say,
The world, a madhouse passing by.
Beating on tin cans.

Gathering from there and piling here,
How long will this charade sustain?
Whose reign has lasted, year on year?
From the gathering, you will depart, in pain.
You will depart from the gathering.
The trade of imitation cannot sustain,
One day, regret will be your chain.
My friend, don't take offense.

You've forgotten, the song of Tansen's art,
Resounded here, in its vibrant way.
The magician of music, the soul of the heart,
Baiju’s glory, it lit up the day.
Sehgal, immortal, though he has passed,
Each heart is a captive, forever to stay.
Each heart is a captive, forever to last.
Sehgal, immortal, though he has passed,
My friend, don't take offense, I pray.