khol ke aankhe dekh zara
o soye huye bahgwan
tere hi saye ke niche, rota hain insan
dekhi teri duniya, duniya wale
dekhi teri duniya, duniya wale
dekhi teri duniya
majburo ke aankh me aasu
majburo ke aankh me aasu
aur juba par taale
dekhi teri duniya, duniya wale
dekhi teri duniya, duniya wale
dekhi teri duniya

kal tak jinke darvaje par, dekhe ghode hathi
kal tak jinke darvaje par, dekhe ghode hathi
gali gali me aaj wo bhatke, na sangi na sathi
o na sangi na sathi, hain tere khel nirale
dekhi teri duniya, duniya wale
dekhi teri duniya, duniya wale
dekhi teri duniya

kisi ke sukh me aag lagana
kaam nahi hain tera
kisi ke sukh me aag lagana
kaam nahi hain tera
hain ye jhuth to kah de data
naam nahi hain tera
o naam nahi hain tera, o duniya ke rakhwale
dekhi teri duniya, duniya wale
dekhi teri duniya, duniya wale
dekhi teri duniya
majburo ke aankh me aasu
majburo ke aankh me aasu
aur juba par taale
dekhi teri duniya, duniya wale
dekhi teri duniya, duniya wale
dekhi teri duniya

Open your eyes, and truly see,
O slumbering God, unseen by thee.
Beneath your shadow, souls weep low,
This world of yours, its hidden woe.
This world you made, its fragile plight,
This world you made, consumed by night.
This world, your artistry.

In eyes of those, their spirits torn,
Tears flow, and voices are forlorn.
And lips are sealed, a whispered plea,
This world you made, for all to see.
This world you made, its weary face,
This world, a sorrow-laden space.

Where once were steeds and elephants grand,
Before their doors, across the land,
Now wander lost, in every lane,
No friend, no kin, enduring pain.
Your games, O Lord, a cryptic art,
This world you made, that tears apart.
This world you made, a twisted game.

To set ablaze another's joy,
Is that your work, your harsh employ?
To stoke the flames, a cruel design,
If this be false, declare it thine!
If this be false, your name deny,
O guardian of the earth and sky!
This world you made, its suffering art.
This world you made, the broken heart.
This world, your legacy.

In eyes of those, their spirits torn,
Tears flow, and voices are forlorn.
And lips are sealed, a whispered plea,
This world you made, for all to see.
This world you made, its weary face,
This world, a sorrow-laden space.