is bairan taqdeer ko tha
jane humse kya bair
phir bhi maang rahe hai hum
ae logo sabki khair

sari duniya ho gayi dushman aaj humari
sari duniya ho gayi dushman aaj humari
is kismat ne bana diya humko aaj bhikari
humko aaj bhikhari
sari duniya ho gayi dushman aaj humari
is kismat ne bana diya humko aaj bhikari
humko aaj bhikhari

main bhukhi rah sakti hu par in baccho ka kya karu
main bhukhi rah sakti hu par in baccho ka kya karu
is jeene se maut aa jaye hum sabko ye dua karo
ye jivan balwan bada
ye jivan balwan bada main ek nirbal nari
is kismat ne bana diya humko aaj bhikari
humko aaj bhikhari
sari duniya ho gayi dushman aaj humari

kaisa waqt pada hum par jo kisi pe bhi pad sakta hai
kaisa waqt pada hum par jo kisi pe bhi pad sakta hai
kaun bhala duniya me apni kismat se lad sakta
bhola panchhi kya kare
bhola panchhi kya kare jab pichhe pade shikari
is kismat ne bana diya humko aaj bhikari
humko aaj bhikhari
sari duniya ho gayi dushman aaj humari

duniya jisko thukraye bhagwan sahara deta hai
duniya jisko thukraye bhagwan sahara deta hai
dubne wali kashti ko tufan kinara deta hai
dub saki na paar huyi
dub saki na paar huyi main dukh dard ki maari
is kismat ne bana diya humko aaj bhikari
humko aaj bhikhari
sari duniya ho gayi dushman aaj humari
is kismat ne bana diya humko aaj bhikari
humko aaj bhikhari

This barren fate, what grudge did it hold,
Against us, we knew not, a story untold.
Yet still we pray, with hearts so kind,
For all of humankind.

The world, a foe, turned against our plea,
The world, a foe, for all to see.
This cruel fate has made us beggars now,
Beggars now, bowing low.
The world, a foe, turned against our plea,
This cruel fate has made us beggars now,
Beggars now, bowing low.

I can starve, I can bear the pain,
But what of these children, in sun and rain?
May death arrive, and grant us release,
A prayer for solace, a plea for peace.
Life, so strong, it does remain,
Life, so strong, a forceful domain.
I, a frail woman, lost and weak,
This cruel fate has left us bleak.
Beggars now, bowing low.
The world, a foe, turned against our plea.

What dark times have fallen, a trial for all,
What dark times have fallen, ready to call.
Who can battle fate, that cruel decree?
Who can fight against what is meant to be?
The innocent bird, what can it do,
When hunters pursue, a venomous view?
This cruel fate has made us beggars now,
Beggars now, bowing low.
The world, a foe, turned against our plea.

Whom the world rejects, God will embrace,
Whom the world rejects, finds divine grace.
The sinking ship, amidst the storm's rage,
The storm gives shore, to turn the page.
Sank not, crossed not, in depths I reside,
Sank not, crossed not, by sorrow tied.
This cruel fate has made us beggars now,
Beggars now, bowing low.
The world, a foe, turned against our plea,
This cruel fate has made us beggars now,
Beggars now, bowing low.