ab kya hoga bhagwan, tere sansar ka
insan pujari ban gaya, adhikar ka
ab kya hoga bhagwan, tere sansar ka
insan pujari ban gaya, adhikar ka

sab apani garaj ke bande, koi farj na apana jane
sab apani garaj ke bande, koi farj na apana jane
sab lene ko hath badhaye
yaha dene koi na jane
bhuli hain ye duniya rishta, sachche pyar ka
ab kya hoga bhagwan, tere sansar ka
insan pujari ban gaya, adhikar ka

aulad ke aage mamata, sar fode haath pasare
aulad ke aage mamata, sar fode haatn pasare
ye kaisa jamana aaya, aulad hi thokr mare
khudgarji ne chhina, chain sukhi pariwar ka
ab kya hoga bhagwan, tere sansar ka
insan pujari ban gaya, adhikar ka

jo ghar ko banane wala
wahi ghar ko chhod ke jaye
jo ghar ko banane wala
wahi ghar ko chhod ke jaye
jo phul ka ho rakhwal
wahi phul ko chhune na paye
wo dhundhe saya aur kisi divar ka
ab kya hoga bhagwan, tere sansar ka
insan pujari ban gaya, adhikar ka

jo pyar lutane aaya, use chor banaye duniya
jo pyar lutane aaya, use chor banaye duniya
jo dag mitane aaya, use dag lagaye duniya
matlab hi na samjhe, koi yaha upkar ka
ab kya hoga bhagwan, tere sansar ka
insan pujari ban gaya, adhikar ka

mil saki na apne pi se
marte marte bhi suhagan
mil saki na apne pi se
marte marte bhi suhagan
kismat ne bhi ankhe fodi
bin maut mari hain abhagan
dil me liye arma, bete ke didaar ka
ab kya hoga bhagwan, tere sansar ka
insan pujari ban gaya, adhikar ka

jaa farz pe usne gawai, tha jiska ek sahara
ho jaa farz pe usne gawai, tha jiska ek sahara
tufaan me hain jivan nayiya
par aye nazar na kinara
majhdhar me daman chhuta khaivan har ka
ab kya hoga bhagwan, tere sansar ka
insan pujari ban gaya, adhikar ka

O Lord, what fate for your world now?
Man, a priest of power, takes a vow.
O Lord, what fate for your world now?
Man, a priest of power, takes a vow.

Each seeks their own gain, duty forsaken,
Each seeks their own gain, duty forsaken.
Hands reach out only to take,
No one knows the art of giving.
The world forgets the bond, of true love's spark.
O Lord, what fate for your world now?
Man, a priest of power, takes a vow.

For progeny, a mother breaks, begs at their feet,
For progeny, a mother breaks, begs at their feet.
What era is this that blooms, where children strike?
Selfishness steals peace, of a happy family's art.
O Lord, what fate for your world now?
Man, a priest of power, takes a vow.

He who builds the home,
Leaves the home behind.
He who builds the home,
Leaves the home behind.
He who guards the bloom,
May not touch the bloom.
He seeks shade, from another's wall's art.
O Lord, what fate for your world now?
Man, a priest of power, takes a vow.

He who came to give love, is called a thief by the world,
He who came to give love, is called a thief by the world.
He who came to erase stains, is stained by the world.
None understand the meaning, of kindness's art.
O Lord, what fate for your world now?
Man, a priest of power, takes a vow.

Never united with her beloved,
A bride even in her dying breath,
Never united with her beloved,
A bride even in her dying breath,
Fate itself has blinded,
Unmarried she perished before death.
Bearing in her heart, a son's embrace, the art.
O Lord, what fate for your world now?
Man, a priest of power, takes a vow.

She sacrificed her life, to duty, her sole support,
She sacrificed her life, to duty, her sole support,
Life's boat is in a storm,
No shore comes in sight.
In the whirlpool, the helmsman's hand departs, the art.
O Lord, what fate for your world now?
Man, a priest of power, takes a vow.