bhai re maine is aalam me
paye hai insan hai bahut se
aise bhajte hai allah ka nam
magar ye sab bhole hai kya
achi kamai inki allah to jane man ki
gaye hardum ye baniwari
jan bhale hi jaye kisi ki
aa miya tum har dum har dum
jano tum aj h jine ki kila nakdam nakdam
kya kya ham bol rahe meri kuch to suno
haye kya kya hame julm sahe
meri kuch to suno

dagabazi se seth bana re kila nakdam nakdam
papo se pet phula re bole nakdam nakdam
papo se pet phula re
hai yar mera purana taras hame aata hai bada
aise sab mil jul ke
ye hai abba ji chah chah betiyo ke allah re
wahi kare bak bhala re
bhar bhar bharta ab to bhawra ab to du chala
pyasa bhawra bol utha bolo tum kya doge saja
champ se champa de do aise shohar ki
tum bhi pyar ka maja lelo

mange po kaun ye mange anaz
hame ya mulla bu
ye bemani se pet bhare or kare mizar
ha ji guljar
ye dete hai dana or lete hai jaan
ha miya bula mu
aise to apni dukan ho badnam
ha ji guljar
udti udti inki bato me na aana aur tum
kya bataye aise aise dukh or gum
ye kaisa h jurm o sitam allah re
gulla mu guljar gulla mu guljar
gulla mu guljar

Brother, in this world I've found,
Many humans roam around.
They chant the name of the Divine,
Yet are they truly, truly fine?

Their earnings, God alone may see,
Their hearts, their true reality.
Forever singing worldly praise,
While life itself in shadows strays.

Oh, friend, each moment, understand,
The essence of existence, hand in hand.
What tales we weave, a desperate plea,
Oh, listen, hear the plight of me!
Alas, the burdens we endure!
Oh, listen, hear, and feel, for sure!

Through deceit, a wealthy one ascends,
His belly bloated, sin transcends.
His belly bloated, sin expands.
My old friend, sympathy we feel,
As they all gather, how they deal.
This father, six daughters he does claim,
May God bring fortune, ease the pain.
He fills, he fills, the humble bee,
Now starts to go and finally flee.
The thirsty bee, it did proclaim,
"What punishment, what is your game?"
From Champak tree, a petal bright,
To such a man, give all your light,
And you too, savor love's sweet sting.

Who begs? Who begs for grain,
Oh, Mullah, again and again?
They feed their bellies, false and vast,
And build their tombs so bleak and cast.
Yes, Gulzar.
They offer crumbs, and take the soul,
Oh, Mullah, take your toll.
Their shop will earn a tarnished name,
Yes, Gulzar.
Don't fall for whispers they convey,
Of sorrows deep, and shadows gray.
What crime is this, what cruel decree?
Oh God!
Gul-la Mu, Gulzar, Gul-la Mu, Gulzar,
Gul-la Mu, Gulzar.