garibo se nafrat mohabbat amiro se
duniya ka ye dastur hai hujur aapka kya kasur hai
hujur aapka kya kasur hai
garibo se nafrat mohabat amiro se
duniya ka ye dastur hai hujur aapka kya kasur hai
hujur aapka kya kasur hai

koi na koi bat hai maf karna
ho koi na koi bat hai maf karna
koi is tarha pesh aata hai varna
hume apni mehfiul se yu na uthate
bithaya hai sabko hume bhi bithate
hume bhi bithate hum me kami kuch jarur hai
hajur aapka kya kasur hai
hajur aapka kya kasur hai garibo se nafrat

suna tha nashe mai hai badi kharabi
bahak jate hai log banke sharabi
suna tha nashe mai hai badi kharabi
bahak jate hai log banke sharabi
tumhe aaj dekha to humne ye jana
daulat me kitna shurur hai hajur aapka kya kasur hai
hajur aapka kya kasur hai garibo se nafrat

kahi bin bulaye to jate nahi hum
kahi bin bulaye to jate nahi hum
kabhi dil ki bato me aate nahi hum
khata ho gayi aa gaye aapke ghar
hume har saza manjur hai hajur aapka kya kasur hai
hujur aapka kya kasur hai
garibo se nafrat mohabat amiro se
duniya ka ye dastur hai hajur aapka kya kasur hai
hujur aapka kya kasur hai

Hate for the poor, love for the rich,
Such is the world’s cruel stitch,
Oh, what fault is yours, my Lord?
Oh, what fault is yours?
Hate for the poor, love for the rich,
Such is the world’s cruel stitch,
Oh, what fault is yours, my Lord?
Oh, what fault is yours?

Forgive me, there must be a reason,
Forgive me, there must be a season,
For one behaves this way, or would not,
Eject us from your gathering, as we are thought,
You seat them all, why not us too?
Some flaw within, it must be true,
Oh, what fault is yours, my Lord?
Oh, what fault is yours?
Hate for the poor…

I’d heard that intoxication brought ill,
That drunks lose sense, their spirits thrill,
I’d heard that intoxication brought ill,
That drunks lose sense, their spirits thrill,
But seeing you today, I understood,
What potent power wealth can should,
Oh, what fault is yours, my Lord?
Oh, what fault is yours?
Hate for the poor…

Uninvited, we never go,
Uninvited, our hearts don’t flow,
A mistake, we came to your door,
We’ll bear any punishment, evermore,
Oh, what fault is yours, my Lord?
Oh, what fault is yours?
Hate for the poor, love for the rich,
Such is the world’s cruel stitch,
Oh, what fault is yours, my Lord?
Oh, what fault is yours?