yaro surat hamari pe mat jaao
yaro surat hamari pe mat jaao
yaha bhi dil hai yu hamse na katrao
yaha bhi dil hai yu hamse na katrao
yaro surat hamari pe mat jaao
yaha bhi dil hai yu hamse na katrao
yaro surat hamari pe mat jao

ham bhi hai dil ke shah jahan, pyar pe sab kuch hai kurban
ham bhi hai dil ke shah jahan, are pyar pe sab kuch hai kurban
jara si hai garibi yahi hai kam nasibi
jara si hai garibi yahi hai kam nasibi
ki unse abhi na hui pahchan
yaro surat hamari pe mat jaao
yaro surat hamari pe mat jaao
yaha bhi dil hai yu hamse na katrao
yaro surat hamari pe mat jao

aapki daulat jindabad, aapki jaibe jindabad
iman ki kahenge kahenge phir kahenge
iman ki kahenge kahenge phir kahenge
ki pet ye papi murdabad
yaro surat hamari pe mat jaao
yaro surat hamari pe mat jaao
yaha bhi dil hai yu hamse na katrao
yaro surat hamari pe mat jao

jane kaisa ye jahan, jina mushkil maut aasan
jane kaisa ye jahan, jina mushkil maut aasan

ham phir bhi ji rahe hai, jakhmo ko si rahe hai
ham phir bhi ji rahe hai, jakhmo ko si rahe hai
ye aap sabhi ka hai ehsan
yaro surat hamari pe mat jaao
yaro surat hamari pe mat jaao
yaha bhi dil hai yu hamse na katrao
yaro surat hamari pe mat jao
yaro surat hamari pe mat jao

Friends, look not at my outward guise,
Friends, look not at my outward guise.
A heart beats here, do not recoil,
A heart beats here, do not recoil.
Friends, look not at my outward guise.

We are Shahjahans of the heart, love our only throne,
We are Shahjahans of the heart, love our only throne.
A sliver of poverty, this is my plight,
A sliver of poverty, this is my plight,
That their gaze has not yet found my own.
Friends, look not at my outward guise,
Friends, look not at my outward guise.
A heart beats here, do not recoil.
Friends, look not at my outward guise.

Your wealth, long may it thrive, your pockets, long may they swell,
Of faith we speak, again we'll tell,
Of faith we speak, again we'll tell,
That this hungry belly, to hell.
Friends, look not at my outward guise,
Friends, look not at my outward guise.
A heart beats here, do not recoil.
Friends, look not at my outward guise.

What manner of world is this, life a struggle, death so easy,
What manner of world is this, life a struggle, death so easy.
Yet still we live, stitching wounds we mend,
Yet still we live, stitching wounds we mend,
Your kindness, a blessed decree.
Friends, look not at my outward guise,
Friends, look not at my outward guise.
A heart beats here, do not recoil.
Friends, look not at my outward guise.
Friends, look not at my outward guise.