yaara maula
ha hayaaton mein hai abb bhi kya surila woh jahaan tha
hamaare haathon mein rangin gubbaare the
aur dil mein mehakta sama tha
yaara maula
woh toh khaabin ki thi duniya woh kitaabon ki thi duniya
saans lete machalate huye jaljale
aankh mein woh suhaana nasha tha
yaara maula
woh jameen thi aasmaan tha hamko lekin kya pata tha
hum khade the jahapar usike kinaare pe gehra sa andha kuaa tha

phir woh aaye bheed bankar haath mein the unake khanjar
kholo phenko yeh kitaabein aur sambhaalo yeh saraahe
jo gehra sa kunva hai ha ha angaar woh nahi hai
iss kuye mein hai khajaana kal ki duniya to yahi hai
kud jaao leke khanjar kaant daalo jo ho andar
tum hi kal ke ho shivaaji tum hi kal ke ho sikandar

hamne woh hi kiya jo unhone kahaan
kyun ki unki toh khwahish yahi thi
hum nahi jaante yeh bhi kyun yeh kiya
kyun ki unki farmaaish yahi thi
abb hamaare lagaajaaye ka khun ka
abb bataao kare toh kare kya
nahi hai koyi jo hamein kuch
bataaye bataao kare toh kare kya

Friend, Lord of All,

Is there still a song in these breaths, of that world?
In our hands, balloons of color danced,
And in our hearts, a fragrant heaven held.
Friend, Lord of All,

That was a dream's domain, a world of books,
Breathing, trembling, like quaking earth,
A sweet intoxication in our looks.
Friend, Lord of All,

That was earth, that was sky, but we, unknowing,
Stood at the edge of a deep, blind well.

Then they came, a crowd, daggers in hand,
"Open, cast aside these books, embrace these blades,
That deep well? Ah, it is not fire, understand,
In this well lies the future, the world that fades!
Leap in, with daggers drawn, sever what’s within,
You are tomorrow's Shivaji, tomorrow's Alexander, begin!"

We did as they commanded,
For that was their desire, their plea.
We knew not why we had expanded,
Only their demand, we must agree.
Now blood stains our hands, a scarlet flood,
Tell me, what is there left to do?
There is no one to guide us, no good,
Tell me, what is there left to do?