krodh na karna re sansari krodh kiya to bhul ki bhari
sau sau ghar ek sath jalati krodh ki choti si chingari
krodh na karna re sansari
krodh kiya to bhul ki bhari bhul ki bhari re
krodh na karna re sansari
krodh kiya to bhul ki bhari bhul ki bhari re

iske bas me bhai bhai ko dushman ban lalkare
baap ke muh par beta bole patni ko pati mare
krodhi ka ghar narak ki jwala
krodhi ka ghar narak ki jwala
jalte nar aur nari re jalte nar aur nari
krodh na karna re sansari
krodh kiya to bhul ki bhari bhul ki bhari re

krodh me aakar lade padosi desh ka ho batwara
apne pal me bane paraye bikhre kunba sara
phul phul kata ban jaye phul phul kata ban jaye
ujad jaye phulwari re ujad jaye phulwari
krodh na karna re sansari
krodh kiya to bhul ki bhari bhul ki bhari re
krodh na karna re sansari

Do not surrender, mortal, to the rage that burns,
For in its grasp, a grave mistake returns.
A tiny spark, a world consumed by fire,
A hundred homes ablaze, fueled by desire.
Do not surrender, mortal.
To the rage that burns, the grave mistake returns,
The grave mistake returns.
Do not surrender, mortal,
To the rage that burns, the grave mistake returns,
The grave mistake returns.

Brother turns on brother, fueled by hate's command,
A son defies his father, a husband strikes his hand.
Wrath's dwelling, a hellfire's embrace,
Wrath's dwelling, a hellfire's embrace,
Where men and women burn, in this desolate space,
Where men and women burn.
Do not surrender, mortal,
To the rage that burns, the grave mistake returns,
The grave mistake returns.

In fury's grip, neighbors clash, nations divide,
In moments, kin become strangers, where love used to reside.
Each blossom bleeds a thorn's dark pain,
Each blossom bleeds a thorn's dark pain,
The garden withers, where joy did reign,
The garden withers.
Do not surrender, mortal,
To the rage that burns, the grave mistake returns,
The grave mistake returns.
Do not surrender, mortal.