tum mahalo me rahne wale hume tere dar se kya
tum mahalo me rahne wale hume tere dar se kya
tum mahalo me rahne wale hume tere dar se kya
nagari hai apni pyari hume unche ghar se kya
nagari hai apni pyari hume unche ghar se kya
tum mahalo me rahne wale

chhota bada na koi barabar hai sab yaha
chhota bada na koi barabar hai sab yaha
paida kiya hai jisne usi ka hai ye jaha
uska hi aashra hai hume duniya bhar kya
uska hi aashra hai hume duniya bhar kya
tum mahalo me rahne wale

o dene walo humko na daulat ki bhikh do
o dene walo humko na daulat ki bhikh do
jholi hai bilkul khali mohabbat ki bhikh do
jholi hai bilkul khali mohabbat ki bhikh do
dhokhe hai is najar se hume malo dar se kya
dhokhe hai is najar se hume malo dar se kya
tum mahalo me rahne wale

jillat se hire moti ji malik kasm na le
jillat se hire moti ji malik kasm na le
nafarat jo gar mile to mohabbat bhi hum na le
nafarat jo gar mile to mahobbat bhi hum na le
ijjat se jo na dekhe hame us najr se kya
ijjat se jo na dekhe hame us najr se kya
tum mahlo me rahne wale hume tere dar se kya
nagari hai apni pyari hume unche ghar se kya
tum mahlo me rahne wale hume tere dar se kya

jillat se hire moti ji malik kasm na le
jillat se hire moti ji malik kasm na le
nafarat jo gar mile to mohabbat bhi hum na le
nafarat jo gar mile to mahobbat bhi hum na le
ijjat se jo na dekhe hame us najr se kya
ijjat se jo na dekhe hame us najr se kya
tum mahlo me rahne wale hume tere dar se kya
nagari hai apni pyari hume unche ghar se kya
mahlo me rahne wale

You, dwelling in your gilded halls, what care have we for your doorstep?
You, dwelling in your gilded halls, what care have we for your doorstep?
Our city, a beloved embrace, what need have we for lofty homes?
Our city, a beloved embrace, what need have we for lofty homes?
You, dwelling in your gilded halls.

None are small, none are great, all are equal here.
None are small, none are great, all are equal here.
He who created all, to Him belongs this world.
He is our hope, what need have we of worldly gains?
He is our shelter, what need have we of worldly gains?
You, dwelling in your gilded halls.

O Givers, grant us not the coin of wealth,
O Givers, grant us not the coin of wealth,
Our begging bowls are empty, grant us love’s sweet coin.
Our begging bowls are empty, grant us love’s sweet coin.
Deceit dwells in that gaze, what need have we of fear or gold?
Deceit dwells in that gaze, what need have we of fear or gold?
You, dwelling in your gilded halls.

By the soul of the Master, we will not take diamonds born of shame,
By the soul of the Master, we will not take diamonds born of shame,
If hate is offered, we will not accept even love.
If hate is offered, we will not accept even love.
If the gaze lacks respect, what care have we for that sight?
If the gaze lacks respect, what care have we for that sight?
You, dwelling in your gilded halls, what care have we for your doorstep?
Our city, a beloved embrace, what need have we for lofty homes?
You, dwelling in your gilded halls, what care have we for your doorstep?

By the soul of the Master, we will not take diamonds born of shame,
By the soul of the Master, we will not take diamonds born of shame,
If hate is offered, we will not accept even love.
If hate is offered, we will not accept even love.
If the gaze lacks respect, what care have we for that sight?
If the gaze lacks respect, what care have we for that sight?
You, dwelling in your gilded halls, what care have we for your doorstep?
Our city, a beloved embrace, what need have we for lofty homes?
Dwelling in your gilded halls.