duniya mujhko pagal samjhe ya samjhe aavara
mai duniya ki seva karne phirta mara-mara o
duniya mujhko pagal samjhe ya samjhe aavara
mai duniya ki seva karne phirta mara-mara o

takat se bharpur rakhi hain apni dono baju
insaf ko aise taule jaise hoy taraju
jisme ho kuchh himmat-timmat
lad ley woh dubara e ji lad ley woh dubara
duniya mujhko pagal samjhe ya samjhe aavara
mai duniya ki seva karne phirta mara-mara

dukh me ho koyi budha sudha ya koyi ladki-madki
unhe bachane meri takat bijali ban kar kadki
kar le do-do hath chahe wo
rustam ho ya dara are rustam ho ya dara
duniya mujhko pagal samjhe ya samjhe aavara
mai duniya ki seva karne phirta mara-mara

andhi ban ke jau aur tufan ban ke chhau
jis rukh par bhi mai chahu iss duniya ko ley jau
tinaka hai ye duniya mai hu
tufano ki dhara are tufano ki dhara
duniya mujhko pagal samjhe ya samjhe aavara
mai duniya ki seva karne phirta mara-mara
duniya mujhko pagal samjhe ya samjhe aavara
mai duniya ki seva karne phirta mara-mara o

Let them call me mad, or a wandering soul,
I roam the world to mend it, make it whole.
Let them call me mad, or a wandering soul,
I roam the world to mend it, make it whole.

My arms, a vessel, strength within they keep,
To weigh out justice, secrets buried deep.
Let those with courage rise and fight anew,
Again they fight, again, forever true.
Let them call me mad, or a wandering soul,
I roam the world to mend it, make it whole.

If sorrow finds the aged, young or fair,
My power strikes like lightning in the air,
To shield them, fight whoever dares to stand,
Rustom or Dara, in this promised land.
Let them call me mad, or a wandering soul,
I roam the world to mend it, make it whole.

I'll be the storm that blows and the tempest's breath,
To guide this world, to life, beyond all death.
This world, a leaf, I, the raging tide,
Where storms converge, and passions coincide.
Let them call me mad, or a wandering soul,
I roam the world to mend it, make it whole.
Let them call me mad, or a wandering soul,
I roam the world to mend it, make it whole.