beta khel mat matka beta khel mat matka
matke me jo dil atka to pad jayega phatka
beta khel mat matka beta khel mat matka

tune apni saari kamai matke gawaai
tune apni saari kamai matke gawaai
are ab to aaja sidhe raste sun le mere bhai
ho jayega muskil jeena pad jayega aasu peena
rite rote raat kategi dil pe lagega jhatka
beta khel mat matka beta khel mat matka

bech ke ek din apna sab kuch ghar kar dega khali
bech ke ek din apna sab kuch ghar kar dega khali
phir na milega matka tujhko aur na lota khali
yaad aayegi us din nani na milega jis din pani
khul jayegi aankhe teri lagega aisa jhatka
beta khel mat matka beta khel mat matka

sata race jackpot khelo mile maut ki khadi
sata race jack[ot khelo mile maut ki khadi
in dhando se uljh gai hai bade bado ki dadi
phadle apne dil ka mela phadle apna mela
beta khel mat matka beta khel mat matka

Son, do not play the urn, son, do not play the urn,
If your heart gets caught, a blow you will learn.
Son, do not play the urn, son, do not play the urn.

You've spent all your earnings, in the urn's sway,
You've spent all your earnings, in its deceitful way.
Come now, brother, take the right path, hear what I say,
Life will become hard, you'll weep every day,
Through tear-filled nights, your heart will be torn, a blow you will pay.
Son, do not play the urn, son, do not play the urn.

One day you'll sell all, your house left bare,
One day you'll sell all, and your home will be a snare.
Then you'll find no urn, no empty pot to share,
That day, memories of your grandmother will fill the air,
And when there's no water, you'll be lost in despair,
Your eyes will open wide, with a shocking scare.
Son, do not play the urn, son, do not play the urn.

Satta, races, jackpots, a sea of death's snare,
Satta, races, jackpots, a pit of despair.
In these games, many great ones have lost their hair,
Keep this in mind, and good deeds to prepare,
Tear open the fairground in your heart, end the scare.
Son, do not play the urn, son, do not play the urn.