ha musibat itni jheli hai
ki batlayi nahi jati
are bhagvan
ek phuti chavvni jeb me
payi nahi jati
haye haye ye kya andher hai
ye kya andher hai bhagwan
tere dwaar aane me
na hoga humsa badkismat koi
sare zamane me

na juta hai na topi hai
are na tai hai na collar hai
phata sa ek kurta ek dhoti
ek chadar hai
aa na gadda
na gadda hai na takiya hai
na gadi hai na bistar hai
hame takdir ne
hame takdir ne paida kiya
aise gharane me
hame takdir ne paida kiya
aise gharane me
aa hame takdir ne paida kiya
aise gharane me
hoye aise gharane me
haye aise gharane me
ye kya andher hai bhagwan
tere dwaar aane me

aa musibat hi musibat hai
hamari zindagi kya hai
are khabar hamko nahi dunia me
raahat kya khushi kya hai
aa ye motar
ye motar chiz kya hai
taxi kya hai fatfati kya hai
ye motar
aa ye motar
aa ye motar chiz kya hai
aa ye motar chiz kya hai
ye motar chiz kya hai
taxi kya hai fatfati kya hai
gamo ke laakh tufaan
ho gamo ke laakh tufaan hai
humaare muskuraane me
ye kya andher hai bhagwan
tere dwaar aane me

Such trials I've borne,
A tale untold, a silent storm.
Oh, God above, a coin's mere gleam,
Lost in pockets, a forgotten dream.
Alas, what shadows shroud the light?
To stand before your hallowed height,
No soul more wretched, none so bare,
Than I, in this despair.

No shoes to tread, no cap to grace,
No tie, no collar, time's harsh trace.
A kurta torn, a dhoti worn thin,
A single sheet, a world within.
No mattress rests, no pillow's ease,
No bed to find my weary peace.
Fate's cruel hand, a birth it gave,
In a home where shadows wave.
Fate's cruel hand, a birth it gave,
In a home of endless grave.
Fate's cruel hand, a birth it gave,
In a home of endless grave.
Oh, in a home of endless grave.
Alas, in a home of endless grave.
What darkness reigns, oh, God divine,
To stand before your sacred shrine.

Misery's embrace, our life's sad song,
In this world, where do we belong?
We know not solace, nor joy's sweet art,
What is comfort, what a happy heart?
This motor's hum, a fleeting grace,
What is a taxi, a speeding race?
This motor's hum, a fleeting grace,
This motor's hum, a fleeting grace,
This motor's hum, a fleeting grace,
What is a taxi, a speeding race?
A thousand griefs, a howling tide,
Yet laughter's spark we cannot hide.
What shadows reign, oh, God above,
To stand before your sacred love.