man ke khazane me maya hi maya
jab bhi tu chahe ise lut le
jab bhi tu chahe ise lut le, hari om
man ke khazane me maya hi maya
jab bhi tu chahe ise lut le
jab bhi tu chahe ise lut le, hari om

dikhayi na de jo andhere me taala
tu jyoti lagan ki jala le
tu jyoti lagan ki jala le
agar hath kanpe to hari nam lekar
tu pooja ki chabi laga le
ha tu pooja ki chabi laga le
darati hai kyu tujhe apni hi chhaya
tera hi dhan hai ye nahi hai paraya
jab bhi tu chahe ise lut le
jab bhi tu chahe ise lut le, hari om

kabhi haar data ki hoti nahi hai
na jita kabhi lene wala
na jita kabhi lene wala
bharegi na teri ye trishna ki jholi
thakega na wo dene wala
thakega na wo dene wala
usi ne banayi hai teri ye kaya
kaya me bhakti ka dhan hai chupaya
jab bhi tu chahe ise lut le
jab bhi tu chahe ise lut le, hari om

In the heart's vault, illusion's sway,
Rob it now, if you may,
Rob it now, if you may, Hari Om.
In the heart's vault, illusion's sway,
Rob it now, if you may,
Rob it now, if you may, Hari Om.

Though shadows veil, and darkness looms,
Ignite the lamp of faith that blooms,
Ignite the lamp of faith that blooms.
If hands should tremble, call His Name,
And turn the key of prayer's flame,
Yes, turn the key of prayer's flame.
Why tremble then, before your shade?
This wealth is yours, no foreign raid.
Rob it now, if you may,
Rob it now, if you may, Hari Om.

The Giver's grace knows no defeat,
The taker finds no victory sweet,
The taker finds no victory sweet.
Your thirsting bowl will never fill,
The Giver's well of grace is still,
The Giver's well of grace is still.
He fashioned you, this mortal frame,
Where devotion's hidden treasures claim,
Rob it now, if you may,
Rob it now, if you may, Hari Om.