buri najar wale tera muh kala dil hai tera kala or lahu bhi kala
ja sala buri najar wale tera muh kala
dil hai tera kala or lahu bhi kala ja sala
buri najar wale tera muh kala dil hai tera kala or lahu bhi kala

are o paise wale tere hatho pe lahu hai kahi hai
roti mata kahi pe vidhwa bahu hai
are o paise wale tere hatho pe lahu hai kahi hai
roti mata kahi pe vidhwa bahu hai
yad rakh ye sabak inki tarah tu bhi tadap
hume police to roz hi thoda thoda marte hai
shuru se garib ka aisa hi nasib hai
shuru se garib ka aisa hi nasib hai
daulat to dur hai bas khuda hi karib hai
garibo ke muh se tune china niwala
tere jurm sah ke hamne tujhko pala wah sala
buri najar wale tera muh kala dil hai tera kala or lahu bhi kala

tere mahlo ke niche kayi majdur
dafan hai tere sar pe to chhat hai
hamare sar pe kafan hai tere mahlo ke
niche kayi majdur dafan hai
tere sar pe to chat hai hamare sar pe kafan hai
noto ka bistar par nind na aaye jara in
mahlo me rahkar bhi tu chain nahi pata
tutta badan hai apna sare din ke kam se
tutta badan hai apna sare din ke kam se
tu bhi karle thodi mehnat soyega
aram se kyu juba par lag gaya tala
mard ki aulad se pad gaya hai pala aa sala
buri najar wale tera muh kala dil hai tera kala or lahu bhi kala

The evil eye, your face is blackened, a heart of night,
And blood as dark as shadow's blight.
Go, cursed one, your face is blackened,
A heart of night, and blood is blackened.
The evil eye, your face is blackened, a heart of night,
And blood as dark as shadow's blight.

Oh, you of wealth, on your hands, blood stains reside,
Mothers weep, widows wail, nowhere to hide.
Oh, you of wealth, on your hands, blood stains reside,
Mothers weep, widows wail, nowhere to hide.
Remember this lesson, like them, you'll also grieve,
The police, they slowly kill, we can't believe.
From the start, the poor are marked this way,
From the start, the poor, their fate's at bay.
Wealth is distant, but God is near, we pray.
From the mouths of the poor, you stole their bread,
Bearing your cruelty, yet you were fed.
The evil eye, your face is blackened, a heart of night,
And blood as dark as shadow's blight.

Beneath your palaces, many laborers lie,
Entombed, while you bask beneath the sky.
You have a roof; for us, a shroud to die.
Beneath your palaces, many laborers lie,
Entombed, while you bask beneath the sky.
You have a roof; for us, a shroud to die.
On a bed of notes, sleep won't embrace,
In these mansions, no peace you'll find, no space.
Our bodies break from toil all day,
Our bodies break from toil all day,
Do some work, and you'll sleep sound, we say.
Why did the tongue become a cage?
Now, a man's child, your fate is engaged.
The evil eye, your face is blackened, a heart of night,
And blood as dark as shadow's blight.