ang ang me aag lagi hai
are are ha jod jod me jwala
churan goli dawa na de to
dede jahar ka pyala
baid ke palle pade
kaise baid ke palle pade
marta mar jaye rog se rogi
baid se kaun lade
aise baid se kaun lade
baid ke palle pade
kaise baid ke palle pade
marta mar jaye rog se rogi
baid se kaun lade
aise baid se kaun lade

roz savere mandir jaye
paise na parsad chadave
kahta hai koi le gaya haija
bhagwan de de mauka aisa
bhagwan de de
ki sabko tap chade
kaise baid ke palle pade
baid ke palle pade
kaise baid ke palle pade
are marta mar jaye rog se rogi
baid se kaun lade
aise baid se kaun lade

baid ne ek sansar basaya
har prani bimar banaya
baid ne ek sansar basaya
har prani bimar banaya
kano se bahre bechare
rone se andhe ho sare
rone se
are hase to dant jhade
kaise baid ke plle pade
baid ke plle pade
kaise baid ke plle pade
are marta mar jaye rog se rogi
baid se kaun lade
aise baid se kaun lade

Fire flares in every limb,
Oh, in every joint, a flame.
No pill, no powder, no cure can stem,
Offer instead the poison's name.

Caught in the healer's snare,
How can one escape their care?
The sick may die of their disease,
Who can fight against such ease?
Against such ease, who can dare?
Caught in the healer's snare,
How can one escape their care?
The sick may die of their disease,
Who can fight against such ease?

To the temple each dawn they go,
No coin offered, no blessings bestowed.
They claim someone has stolen the health,
Lord, grant a chance, by hook or stealth,
Grant a chance,
That fever shall strike them all,
How in the healer’s snare to fall?
Caught in the healer's snare,
How can one escape their care?
Oh, the sick may die of their disease,
Who can fight against such ease?
Against such ease, who can dare?

The healer built this world's design,
Made every creature, ailing, to pine.
The healer built this world's domain,
Made every creature suffer in pain.
Deafened are they, by their ears,
Blind they become, consumed by tears.
Consumed by tears,
That laughter will cause teeth to drop,
How in the healer’s snare to flop?
Caught in the healer's snare,
How can one escape their care?
Oh, the sick may die of their disease,
Who can fight against such ease?
Against such ease, who can dare?