beta jamure ek bat kahega hanji kya juth kahega naji
to sach kahega hanji beta jamure ek bat kahega
sach kahega sach kahega hanji hanji
beta jamure kahde dunia ko lalkar ke
beta jamure kahde dunia ko lalkar ke
do din ki jindagi hai kyu na gujare pyar se
beta jamure kahde dunia ko lalkar ke
do din ki jindagi hai kyu na gujare pyar se
beta jamure

kahte hai ke sadiyo pahle bandar se insan bana
kahte hai ke sadiyo pahle bandar se insan bana
lekin sach pucho to wo insan nahi shaitan bana
fir se bandar banke sikho jina kisko kahte hai
tumse to haiwan bhi ache tumse to haiwan bhi ache
jo miljul kar rahte hai
lade bhai se bhai bane ho sabhi kasai
kahi insan ki surat najar na hamko aayi
tod rahe yuhi sar apna nafrat ki diwar se
beta jamure kahde dunia ko lalkar ke
do din ki jindagi hai kyu na gujare pyar se
beta jamure

paisa bada sahi par tum to usko bap samjhate ho
paisa bada sahi par tum to usko bap samjhate ho
kutta chahe khale hamko dena pap samnjhte ho
darte ho bhagwan se mandir bade bade banwate ho
dan punya ki to mai apne dan punya ki ta mai apne
man ka khot chipate ho parbhu riswat na mane
khara khota pahchane wo rahta hai kutiyan me
sabko iska jane pahle hamse gale milo
jo milna hai kartar se
beta jamure kahde dunia ko lalkar ke
do din ki jindagi hai kyu na gujare pyar se
beta jamure

dil me sab ke juth bhara hai or bato me banawat hai
dil me sab ke juth bhara hai or bato me banawat hai
dudh me pani ghee me maida aate me bhi milawa hai
dam agar do chawal ke to pathar sath me aata hai
sauda karo namak ka lekin sauda karo namak ka lekin
chuna sath me aata hai haldi me hai pili mitti
ghas mili hai dhaniye me khot nahi chizo me bhaiya
are khot ke man ke baniye me jio tum pikar pani
padegi hawa hai khami daya hi dan hamara
aa rahi yaro beimani socho to kya chale hum leke
dunia ke bazar se beta jamure kahde dunia ko lalkar ke
do din ki jindagi hai kyu na gujare pyar se
beta jamure

My son, the jester, has a word to say,
"Yes, what?" "A lie?" "Nay."
"The truth, then?" "Yes, indeed."
My son, the jester, plants a truth's seed.
Truth he'll speak, truth he'll impart,
Yes, yes, from the depths of his heart.

My son, the jester, to the world he'll call,
My son, the jester, heed his thrall:
Life's a fleeting dance, a brief sojourn,
Why not fill it with love, at every turn?
My son, the jester, to the world he'll call.

They say, eons past, from apes we came,
They say, eons past, a flickering flame
To human form, we rose and grew,
But tell me, have we become true?
Or demons clad in mortal guise?
Return to the ape, and learn to truly rise.
Even beasts, in their simple way,
Show more grace than you display.
They live in harmony, side by side,
While brother wars with brother, pride's tide.
Cain's legacy, a bloody stain,
No human face, a fractured pain.
You beat your heads against hate's wall,
My son, the jester, hear his call!
Life's a fleeting dance, a brief sojourn,
Why not fill it with love, at every turn?
My son, the jester.

Money's power, yes, it's true,
But you hold it as your all-consuming view.
You let the world consume your soul,
And call it destiny's role.
You fear the gods, build temples high,
But hide corruption from the sky.
You give, with a selfish heart,
And think you fool the holy art.
The Lord sees all, the pure and less,
He dwells in huts, with humbleness.
Embrace your brother, before the end,
Before you meet the holy friend.
My son, the jester, hear his call!
Life's a fleeting dance, a brief sojourn,
Why not fill it with love, at every turn?
My son, the jester.

Lies reside in every breast,
Deceit in words, a hollow test.
Milk is watered, ghee is flawed,
Flour is mixed, against God's law.
If you buy rice, stones you find,
Salt's the bargain, lime combined.
Turmeric is mixed with earth's embrace,
Coriander hides in weeds' space.
No fault in things, it's true,
But in the heart of man, a tainted hue.
Live on air and water's grace,
Oh, how the world has lost its place!
Compassion is the only gift we hold,
Dishonesty is bought and sold.
What will we carry from this earthly shore?
My son, the jester, to the world implore!
Life's a fleeting dance, a brief sojourn,
Why not fill it with love, at every turn?
My son, the jester.