kya hua yaro garibi ke hum pale hai
dil ke raja hai dilwale hai
kya hua yaro garibi ke hum pale hai
dil ke raja hai dilwale hai
o har ye baho ke phul ye chaho ko
kuch to samjh ke tum pe dale hai
kya hua yaro garibi ke hum pale hai
dil ke raja hai dilwale hai
o har ye baho ke phul ye chaho ke
kuch to samjh ke tum pe dale hai
kya hua yaro garibi ke hum pale hai
dil ke raja hai dilwale hai
kya hua yaro garibi ke hum pale hai
dil ke raja hai dilwale hai
o har ye baho ke phul ye chaho ke
kuch to samjh ke tum pe dale hai
kya hua yaro garibi ke hum pale hai
dil ke raja hai dilwale hai

botal botal beche logo paisa aana
pai batli wala ho dibbe wala
lekin mere dil ki kimat unchi mere
bhai meri amiri dunia samjh na payi
dekho re mal ke pujari dolat ke bikhari
sach kahu sab ye paise wale hai
kya hua yaro garibi ke hum pale hai
dil ke raja hai dilwale hai

jhutha sacha jaisa bhi hai mai to hu teri
batli wala dibbe wala
dagar ujali ho teri chahe andheri
gali gali tum sang lagaungi feri
dekho re pyar hai najar me pyar hai jigar me
pyar se chalke dil ke pyale hai
dil ke raja hai dilwale hai
har ye baho ke phul ye chaho ke
kuch to samjh ke tum pe dale hai
kya hua yaro garibi ke hum pale hai
dil ke raja hai dilwale hai

So what if we're born to poverty's keep,
Kings of the heart, where true feelings sleep?
So what if we're born to poverty's keep,
Kings of the heart, where true feelings sleep?
This garland of arms, these blooms of desire,
With knowing hearts, for you we do heap.
So what if we're born to poverty's keep,
Kings of the heart, where true feelings sleep?
This garland of arms, these blooms of desire,
With knowing hearts, for you we do heap.
So what if we're born to poverty's keep,
Kings of the heart, where true feelings sleep?
So what if we're born to poverty's keep,
Kings of the heart, where true feelings sleep?
This garland of arms, these blooms of desire,
With knowing hearts, for you we do heap.
So what if we're born to poverty's keep,
Kings of the heart, where true feelings sleep?

Bottle by bottle, they sell their gain,
Those who hawk wares, driven by greed's pain.
Yet my heart's worth, a treasure untold,
My wealth, a truth the world won't behold.
See, they worship the goods, beg for gold,
Truth be told, by money controlled.
So what if we're born to poverty's keep,
Kings of the heart, where true feelings sleep?

False or true, whatever I may be,
The one who carries the bottle for thee.
May your path be bright, or shrouded in gloom,
Through every street, I'll walk in your room.
See, love resides in every glance, in my soul,
Love overflows, from the heart's deep hole.
Kings of the heart, where true feelings sleep?
This garland of arms, these blooms of desire,
With knowing hearts, for you we do heap.
So what if we're born to poverty's keep,
Kings of the heart, where true feelings sleep?