he he char paise kya mile, kya mile bhai kya mile
woh khud ko samajh baithe khuda
woh khuda hi jane abb hoga tera anjam kya
kahe paise pe
kahe paise pe itna gurur kare hai
kahe paise pe itna gurur kare hai
yahi paisa toh
yahi paisa toh apno se dur kare hai, dur kare hai
kahe paise pe itna gurur kare hai, gurur kare hai

sone-chandi ke unche mehalo me
dard jyada hai, chain thoda hai
dard jyada hai, chain thoda hai
iss jamane me paise waalo ne
pyar chhina hai, dil ko toda hai
pyar chhina hai, dil ko toda hai
paise ki ahmiyat ko inkar nahi hai
paisa hi magar sab kuchh sarkar nahi hai
insan insan hai paisa paisa hai
dil humara bhi tere jaisa hai
hai bhala paisa toh bura bhi hai
yeh jeher bhi hai, yeh nasha bhi hai
yeh jeher bhi hai, yeh nasha bhi hai
yeh nasha koi
yeh nasha koi dhoka jurur kare hai
yahi paisa toh ha
yahi paisa toh apno se dur kare hai, dur kare hai
kahe paise pe itna gurur kare hai, gurur kare hai

arre chale kaha
ai paiso se kya-kya tum yaha khridoge
dil khridoge ya ke jaan khridoge
bajaro me pyar kaha bikata hai
dukano pe yaar kaha bikata hai
phul bik jate hai, khushbu bikati nahi
jism bik jate hai, ruh bikati nahi
chai bikata nahi, khwaab bikate nahi
dil ke arman betab bikate nahi
arre paise se kya-kya tum yaha khridoge
dil khridoge ya ke jan khridoge

he in hawao ka mol kya doge, un ghatao ka mol kya doge
are in jamino ka mol ho shayad, aasmano ka mol kya doge
in hawao ka mol kya doge, un ghatao ka mol kya doge
in jamino ka mol ho shayad, aasmano ka mol kya doge
pas paisa hai toh hai yeh duniya hasin, duniya hasin
ho jarurat se jyada toh maano yakin, maano yakin
yeh dimago me, yeh dimago me kasur kare hai
yahi paisa toh
yahi paisa toh apno se dur kare hai, dur kare hai
kahe paise pe itna gurur kare hai, gurur kare hai

A few coins clink, what have they bought,
What treasures found, what glory sought?
They deem themselves gods, these mortals small,
May the Divine heed their destined fall.
Why this pride, this arrogant display,
For the coin that pushes love away?
Why this pride, this boasting's cruel sting?

In golden halls and silvered keep,
More sorrow dwells, while solace sleeps.
The wealthy of this earthly sphere,
Have stolen love, and shattered dear.
Though wealth holds worth, it's not the all,
For man is man, and coins will fall.
The heart like yours, it feels the same,
As money's face, it plays the game.
It's poison too, a tempting guise,
A heady wine, before your eyes.
A deceptive dream this pleasure brings,
That coin, oh, that coin, which separates,
And pushes us from those we hold.
Why this pride, this boasting's cruel sting?

Where will you go?
What can money buy in this earthly show?
Will hearts be bought, or souls laid low?
In markets wide, can love be found?
Or friends for sale, on hallowed ground?
Flowers may sell, but scents remain,
Bodies for sale, but souls refrain.
Peace cannot be bought, nor dreams take flight,
Desires of the heart are kept from sight.
What can money buy in this earthly show?
Will hearts be bought, or souls laid low?

What price on winds, or clouds that roam?
The earth's price is known, but not the dome.
What price on winds, or clouds that roam?
The earth's price is known, but not the dome.
With wealth in hand, the world may gleam,
Too much, a truth, it would seem,
In minds it breeds, a twisted fight.
That coin, oh, that coin, which separates,
And pushes us from those we hold.
Why this pride, this boasting's cruel sting?