ye duniyan sut but ki babu kara lo but polish
kara lo but polish ho babu ji
ye duniyan sut but ki babu kara lo but polish
kara lo but polish ho babu ji

kiya tha maitrik jab paas bandhi thi kaisi kaisi aas
bandhi thi kaisi kaisi aas bnenge dipti kalecter
pulish acter raitar actar myujik directar
bas kandectar
kahe ko khali pili bom marta hai bom marta hai
are bom marta hai kahe ko rota hai
are bom marta hai kahe ko rota hai
vahi hota hai jo manjure khuda hota hai
vahi hota hai jo manjure khuda hota hai
bom marta hai kahe ko rota hai
bom marta hai kahe ko rota hai

kahat kabir suno bhai sadho lo himmat se kaam
ho bhaiya lo himmat se kaam
khushi ho gam ho khush raho bhaiya
jame rakhe raam ho jame rakhe raam
raam naam hi sach hai pyare
baaki bhul mein ud
jis dharti par basti duniya vo dharti hai gol
vo dharti hai gol

are duniyan ka har dhandha gol
roti gol pratha gol
are paisa gol rupaiya gol
are suraj gol aur chanda gol
jis paliish se chamak damak hai
jis palish se chamak damak hai us palish ki dabbi gol
dabba gol duniyan gol golam gol hai sabkuchh gol
kara lo but polish ho babu ji
ye duniyan sut but ki babu kara lo but polish
kara lo but polish ho babu ji

This world, a suit of tailored guise, polish your boots, friend,
Polish your boots, oh friend,
This world, a suit of tailored guise, polish your boots, friend,
Polish your boots, oh friend.

When matric passed, a tapestry of dreams, so bright,
Dreams, so bright, to be a Deputy, Collector of might,
Police, Actor, Writer, Actor, Music Director's call,
Or just a simple Conductor, answering fate's thrall.
Why this hollow bomb of worry, why this weeping soul?
Why this bomb's lament, why tears that freely roll?
What happens is as God has willed, the sacred plan,
What happens is as God has willed, in the human span.
Why this bomb's lament, why tears that freely roll?
Why this bomb's lament, why tears that freely roll?

Kabir speaks, listen, brothers, embrace courage's art,
Oh brothers, take courage to heart.
Be it joy or sorrow, find contentment's gleam,
In the One who shelters, in the divine dream.
The name of Rama, the truth that will remain,
All else fades, a whisper on life's terrain.
Upon this earth, where the world does reside, a sphere it spins,
A sphere it spins.

The world's a dance of circles, forever entwined,
The bread is round, the paratha defined,
The coin's a disc, the rupee's gleam,
The sun and moon, a celestial dream.
The polish that bestows the shine,
The polish that bestows, a circular design,
The world's a sphere, a circle's gentle sway,
All is round, a circle's play.
Polish your boots, oh friend,
This world, a suit of tailored guise, polish your boots, friend,
Polish your boots, oh friend.