koi kuch bhi kahe pyare magar ye bat pakki hai
yaha aata hai wo jis par koi ilzam hota hai
ha shabab koi na koi tha jo yu khinchkar chale aaye
ye to kismat hai meri jaa
varna kon apni khushi se aaye yaha
dane dane pe naam hota hai wahi dane hume le aaye yaha
ye to kismat hai meri jaa varna kon apni khushi se aaye yaha
dane dane pe naam hota hai wahi dane hume le aaye yaha
ye to kismat hai meri jaa

yaar apna ek imamudin tha
manchala tha aur bahut shokin tha
ha sath chopati gaye hum ghumne
arey husn walo pe laga wo jhumne phir
kabhi ladki ko yu bulata tha dhire dhire siti bazata tha
ganga jamuna ke gane gata tha raz ki tarha muskurata tha
ek ladki ko zara, ek ladki ko zara zadi si
pehne huye wo kali sadi si
uski aankho me dip jalte the dekhne wale aankhe malte the
rat soyi thi uske balo me chand hansta tha gore galo me
aayi shamat use salam kiya usne chappal se apni kam liya

ha ched khani ka maza mehanga pada
aur humko pyare jel me aana pada
ye to kismat hai meri jaa varna kon apni khushi se aaye yaha
dane dane pe naam hota hai wahi dane hume le aaye yaha
ye to kismat hai meri jaa

dhokha diya nasib ne bankar bigad gaya
aaye haye arey kadke ki
jeb me jo mera hath pad gaya to phir
kholkar dekha pocket khali tha pocket wala bhi khud shawali tha
band kagaj me dil ki tehrire husn walo ki chand takdire
apni kismat ke rang aise the ek sigret thi char paise the
char paiso me gujar kab hoti husn walo ki nazar kab hoti
unhe daulat se pyar hota hai inki bala se koi rota hai
aaya gusa to pocket phenk diya pocket wale ne mujhko dekh liya

ha bhagna chaha magar mai gir pada
jaise utha muh pe ek thappad pada
ha apne peshe se huyi nafrat mujhe
jel me karni padi kasrat mujhe ye to kismat hai meri jaa
varna kon apni khushi se aaye yaha dane dane pe naam hota hai
wahi dane hume le aaye yaha ye to kismat hai meri jaa

bap zinda tha bahut aaram tha
ghar me apna ramchandar naam tha
aur ab hume ab ramu dada kahte hai
chal me gangu ki hum rahte hai
aye ji mandi ka dhandha hota tha apni masti me banda sota tha
yuhi phokat me kam chalta tha kale ghode tak naam chalta tha
dil me chahat thi badi shehre ki aane wali thi ghadi phere ki

ha ma kasam apna ye dil kala nahi
dosto ki bat ko tala nahi
ha laye smagling ka sona chal me
ramchandra ko fasaya jal me ye to kismat hai meri jaa
varna kon apni khushi se aaye yaha dane dane pe naam hota hai
wahi dane hume le aaye yaha ye to kismat hai meri jaa

They say what they will, my love, but this truth rings:
Here, only those arrive marked by blame's sting.
A reason, a cause, a pull, a drag, we were brought,
My darling, this fate, a cruel lesson taught.
Who would come of their own accord, of their own free will?
Each grain bears a name, a calling, a thrill.
Those grains, they brought us here, you see.
My darling, this fate, eternally.

A friend, Imamuddin, of spirit so bright,
A life lived boldly, bathed in sheer delight.
We strolled the shores of Chowpatty, our hearts in flight,
He'd gaze at beauty, lost in sheer sight.
He'd call to the girls, a whistle's soft plea,
Singing of Ganga and Jamuna, wild and free.
A knowing smile, a secret, he'd keep,
Then a girl, draped in black, from the slumber deep.
Her eyes, a flame, a beacon so clear,
Viewers would rub their eyes in sheer fear.
Night slept in her hair, the moon did gleam,
Laughing on her cheeks, a celestial dream.
He dared to greet her, a touch of his shoe,
Teasing found its price, a bitter brew.

Yes, the taste of mischief, a costly delight,
And we, my friend, were locked in the night.
My darling, this fate, a cruel lesson taught.
Who would come of their own accord, of their own free thought?
Each grain bears a name, a calling, a thrill.
Those grains, they brought us here, you see.
My darling, this fate, eternally.

Fate's betrayal, a twist, a harsh blow,
Alas, poverty's grip, a painful show.
My hand found its way, in a pocket's deep space,
And when opened, found emptiness, no trace.
The pocket itself was a beggar's plea,
Within closed papers, beauty’s decree.
Our fate’s colours, a somber hue,
A cigarette, four coins, and nothing new.
Four coins, how could they sustain?
A glance from a beauty, a passing pain.
For them, wealth is the only core,
They care not for our heart's sore.
Anger surged, the pocket was thrown,
The pocket's owner, gave a groan.

I fled, but stumbled, a fall, a disgrace,
A slap to the face, leaving its trace.
Disgust for my trade, a venomous bite,
In prison's embrace, I did fight.
My darling, this fate, a cruel lesson taught.
Who would come of their own accord, of their own free thought?
Each grain bears a name, a calling, a thrill.
Those grains, they brought us here, you see.
My darling, this fate, eternally.

My father lived well, in comfort and ease,
At home, Ramchander, my name, if you please.
Now, they call me Ramu Dada, in this plight,
Living Gangoo's ways, day and night.
Business was slow, a market's decline,
Lost in my own world, a life so divine.
Work for free, without a care,
The black horse's fame was everywhere.
My heart desired the city's gleam,
The hour of marriage, a cherished dream.

My word, my heart, was never a cheat,
Friends' words I never would defeat.
We brought smuggled gold, a wicked trade,
Ramchander, in the snare, was betrayed.
My darling, this fate, a cruel lesson taught.
Who would come of their own accord, of their own free thought?
Each grain bears a name, a calling, a thrill.
Those grains, they brought us here, you see.
My darling, this fate, eternally.