bhar do jholi meri ya mohammad
bhar do jholi meri ya mohammad
lautkar main na jaunga khali
bhar do jholi meri ya mohammad
bhar do jholi meri ya mohammad
lautkar main na jaunga khali
lautkar main na jaunga khali
bhar do jholi, bhar do jholi

tum zamane ke mukhtsar ho ya nabi
bekaso ke madadgar ho ya nabi
sabki sunte ho, apne ho ya gair ho
tum garibo ke humkaar ho ya nabi
hum garibo ke humkaar ho tum
bekaso ke madadgar ho tum
hum garibo ke humkaar ho tum
bekaso ke madadgar ho tum
uski kismat ka chamka sitara
uski kismat ka chamka sitara
jispe najre karam tumne daali
uski kismat ka chamka sitara
uski kismat ka chamka sitara
jispe najre karam tumne daali
jispe najre karam tumne daali
bhar do jholi, bhar do jholi

hai mukhalib zamana kidhar jaye hum
haal-e-dil bekasi kisko dikhlaye hum
hum tumhare bhikhari hai ya mustafa
kiske aage bhala hath failaye hum
haal-e-gham mustafa ko sunau
thaam kar unke roje ki jaali
haal-e-gham mustafa ko sunau
thaam kar unke roje ki jaali
kuch nawaso ka sadka ada ho
kuch nawaso ka sadka ada ho
dar pe aaya hu bankar sawali
kuch nawaso ka sadka ada ho
kuch nawaso ka sadka ada ho
dar pe aaya hu bankar sawali
dar pe aaya hu bankar sawali
dar pe aaya hu bankar sawali
dar pe aaya hu bankar sawali
dar pe aaya hu bankar sawali
dar pe aaya hu bankar sawali

Fill my empty hands, O Muhammad,
Fill my empty hands, O Muhammad,
I shall not leave, empty and undone,
Fill my empty hands, O Muhammad.
Fill my empty hands, O Muhammad,
I shall not leave, empty and undone,
I shall not leave, empty and undone,
Fill my hands, oh, fill them now.

You are the world's chosen, O Prophet,
The helpless have in you, a helping hand, O Prophet.
You hear all, be they kin or stranger,
You are the poor's companion, O Prophet.
You are the poor's companion,
You are the helpless helper,
You are the poor's companion,
You are the helpless helper,
Whose fate shines, a star in the night,
Whose fate shines, a star in the night,
On whom your grace, a gaze has cast,
Whose fate shines, a star in the night,
Whose fate shines, a star in the night,
On whom your grace, a gaze has cast,
On whom your grace, a gaze has cast,
Fill my hands, oh, fill them now.

The world opposes, where do we turn?
To whom shall we show, our heart's deep burn?
We are your beggars, O Mustafa,
To whom can we raise, our pleading yearn?
My sorrow's tale, I’ll tell Mustafa,
Clutching his sacred tomb's embrace,
My sorrow's tale, I’ll tell Mustafa,
Clutching his sacred tomb's embrace,
Give alms for your grandsons' sake,
Give alms for your grandsons' sake,
I come to your door, a supplicant's plea,
Give alms for your grandsons' sake,
Give alms for your grandsons' sake,
I come to your door, a supplicant's plea,
I come to your door, a supplicant's plea,
I come to your door, a supplicant's plea,
I come to your door, a supplicant's plea,
I come to your door, a supplicant's plea,
I come to your door, a supplicant's plea.