ye sone ki duniya ye chandi ki duniya
yaha aadmi ki bhala baat kya hai
ye daulat ki duniya amiro ki duniya
ye daulat ki duniya amiro ki duniya
yahan par garibo ki aukaat kya hai
ye sone ki duniya

ye tute dilo ke jo tukade pade hain
laga le inhe dil se woh dil kahan hai
ye footpath par so rahe jo musafir
bataye koi inki manjil kahan hai
manjil kahan hai
bina roshni ke hai inke savere
jo din hi andhere toh phir raat kya hai
ye daulat ki duniya amiro ki duniya
yahan par garibo ki aukaat kya hai
ye sone ki duniya

ye bhukhe, ye nange ye bhikhmange bhi to
usi dinbandhu ki santan hain re
ye kyu chhin gaya inke jine kaa adhikar
ye bhi to ham jaise insan hain re
insan hain re
ye aankhe barasti hain baarho mahine
in ashko ke aage ye barsat kya hai
ye daulat ki duniya amiro ki duniya
yahan par garibo ki aukaat kya hai
ye sone ki duniya

This gilded world, this silvered sphere,
What worth has man held captive here?
This world of wealth, the rich man's keep,
This world of wealth, where fortunes sleep,
What station has the poor to bear?
This gilded world, beyond compare.

The shards of hearts, in fragments strewn,
Where dwells the heart to mend so soon?
The travelers who slumber lie,
On pavements cold, beneath the sky,
Who knows the path they strive to find?
Their journey's end, left far behind?
Their journey's end, forever lost?
Their dawns are blind, no light to boast,
If days are dark, a shadowed plight,
What difference then, the coming night?
This world of wealth, the rich man's keep,
What station has the poor to weep?
This gilded world, so steep.

The hungry, naked, beggars too,
Are children of the One so true.
Why is their right to life denied?
Are they not men, side by side?
Are they not men, of flesh and bone?
Their eyes that weep, the tears they've known,
Throughout the year, a constant flow,
Compared to these, what rains do show?
This world of wealth, the rich man's keep,
What station has the poor to weep?
This gilded world, asleep.