bado ka raz to sadiyo se hai jamane me
kabhi hua nahi dunia me raz choto ka
agar hame bhi mile ikhtiyar aye logo
to hum dikhaye tumhe kam kaz choto ka
mulk me bacho ki agar sarkar ho
mulk me bacho ki agar sarkar ho
jindagi ek jashan ek tyohar ho
mulk me bacho ki agar sarkar ho
jindagi ek jashan ek tyohar ho
mulk me bacho ki agar sarkar ho

hukm de hukm de aise calendar ke liye
hukm de hukm de aise calendar ke liye
jisme do din bad ek itwar ho
mulk me bacho ki agar sarkar ho
jindagi ek jashan ek tyohar ho
mulk me bacho ki agar sarkar ho

sabko de school jaisa uniform
sabko de school jaisa uniform
ek si har pent har salwar ho
hostel tamir ho sabke liye
koi bhi insan na beghar bar ho
rashtar basha hum isharo ko banaye
rashtar basha hum isharo ko banaye
dakhan utar me na fir takrar ho
mulk me bacho ki agar sarkar ho
jindagi ek jashan ek tyohar ho
mulk me bacho ki agar sarkar ho

hum ministar ho to wo system bane
hum ministar ho to wo system bane
jisme muflish ho na sahukar ho
komi daulat se khazane ho bhare
khud hi lele jisko jo darkar ho
eed diwali sabhi mil kar banaye
eed diwali sabhi mil kar banaye
aadmi ko aadmi se pyar ho
mulk me bacho ki agar sarkar ho
jindagi ek jashan ek tyohar ho
mulk me bacho ki agar sarkar ho

The elders' secrets, ages etched in time's grand scroll,
But wounds, the world has never held their whispered toll.
If we, the children, held the reins of might,
We'd show you, then, the workings, pure and bright.
If children ruled this land, a kingdom pure and free,
Life would be a festival, a joyous jubilee.
If children ruled this land.

Let us command, decree a calendar anew,
Where every other day, a Sunday shines for you.
If children ruled this land,
Life would be a festival, a joyous jubilee.
If children ruled this land.

Uniforms like school, for all to wear with pride,
One single style of trousers, where all can safely stride.
Hostels built for all, a haven strong and true,
No soul left homeless, skies of endless blue.
Let understanding build, let peace our banners be,
No more the clash of conflict, for all the world to see.
If children ruled this land,
Life would be a festival, a joyous jubilee.
If children ruled this land.

If we, the ministers, create a system's grace,
Where no poor soul suffers, nor rich hold selfish space.
Treasures overflowing, from the nation's wealth,
Each takes what they need, in purest, vibrant health.
Eid and Diwali, let all together greet,
Where every human heart, with every other heart, will meet.
If children ruled this land,
Life would be a festival, a joyous jubilee.
If children ruled this land.