are sambhal sambhal kar chlana pyare
kahi paw fisal na jaye unchi bahut chadiya hai nale
kahi sans nikal na jaye jara ahista ahista ahista
tak tak dhin dhin dhayaa dekh tamasha mere bhaiya
bich bhawar me dub na jaye kahi
bich bhawar me dub na jaye kahi
bagula bakto ki nayiya tak tak dhin dhin dhayaa
dekh tamasha mere bhaiya

apna pet to khali hai bhai
unki jebe moti ha ha unki jebe moti
iswar ko sona denge bhukhe ko de na roti
bhukhe ko de na roti sehat se mote akalo ke khote
niyat se chote bepaindi ke lote
inka rasta lut mar se inka dharam rupaya
tak tak dhin dhin dhayaa dekh tamasha mere bhaiya
tak tak dhin dhin dhayaa dekh tamasha mere bhaiya

nirdhan ki kutiya bikwadi are nirdhan ki kutiya bikwadi
or mandir banwaye ha ha or mandir banwaye
paap ke dar se bhag ke bacchu
haili lekar aaye dekho helli lekar aaye
laddu ya mawa sab hai dikhawa
jitna hai daan bada utna chadawa
kya riswat lene baitha hai
inka poor kanhaiya tak tak dhin dhin dhayaa
dekh tamasha mere bhaiya tak tak dhin dhin dhayaa
dekh tamasha mere bhaiya

nakli daan hai nakli pooja
nakli inki boli ha ha nakli inki boli
are chidiyo ko dana dale
insan ko mare goli insan ko mare goli
dhan bhi hai kala jiwan bhi kala
nile ayyasi me inka diwala inka ek din ka hai kharcha
kitno ki tankhaiyan tak tak dhin dhin dhayaa
dekh tamasha mere bhaiya tak tak dhin dhin dhayaa
dekh tamasha mere bhaiya

Tread softly, dear one, tread with care,
For the path is steep, a mountain's stare.
The ravine yawns, a breath held tight,
Move slowly, slowly, into the light.
*Tak Tak Dhin Dhin Dhaiya*, behold the scene,
Lest you drown in the whirling, unseen,
Lest you sink in the tempest's hold,
Like the egret's boat, a story told.
*Tak Tak Dhin Dhin Dhaiya*, behold the scene.

Our bellies ache, a hollow plea,
While their tongues drip pearls, you see, oh see.
To God they offer gold's facade,
While the hungry starve, a painful load.
They grow fat with health, but minds are frail,
Their intentions lost, like water in a pail.
Their path is plunder, their faith is greed,
*Tak Tak Dhin Dhin Dhaiya*, behold the deed.
*Tak Tak Dhin Dhin Dhaiya*, behold the deed.

The poor man's hut, they auction off,
Yet temples rise, where prayers scoff, oh scoff.
Fleeing sin's shadow, they take flight,
Arriving in a helicopter's might.
Sweets and offerings, a gilded show,
The bigger the gift, the more they bestow.
Is your beloved Krishna taking bribes?
*Tak Tak Dhin Dhin Dhaiya*, behold the scribes.
*Tak Tak Dhin Dhin Dhaiya*, behold the scribes.

False are their gifts, their worship too,
Their words are false, a twisted view, oh view.
They feed the birds, a feathered grace,
While humans fall, in this cruel space.
Their wealth is black, their lives the same,
Blue revelry ignites their flame.
Their single day's expense, a blinding art,
Exceeds the wages of so many a heart.
*Tak Tak Dhin Dhin Dhaiya*, behold the art.
*Tak Tak Dhin Dhin Dhaiya*, behold the art.