ek din bik jayega maati ke mol
jag me rah jayenge pyare tere bol

mahlo me ho tere bolo ki masti
galiyo me ho tere geeto ki basti
mahlo me ho tere bolo ki masti
galiyo me ho tere geeto ki basti
kya raja kya parja, kya raja kya parja
kya bhuda kya bacha, kya bhuda kya bacha
sare insano ki hai ek teri hasti
nikle teri aawaj jo bhi chhede saaz
jivan ki dhun ban ja phir duniya se dol
ek din bik jayega mati ke mol
jag me rah jayenge pyare tere bol

Dust to dust, the market's greed will claim,
But echoes of your love will whisper your name.

In marble halls, your laughter's bright cascade,
In humble streets, your melodies are played.
In marble halls, your laughter's bright cascade,
In humble streets, your melodies are played.
What king, what subject, both alike shall fall,
What elder, child, embracing life's recall.

One breath, one heart, binds all of humankind,
Let music surge, the strings your spirit find.
Become life's song, then dance for all to see,
Dust to dust, the market's greed will be.
But echoes of your love will always be.