kismat ne mara sadko ne pala
kismat ne mara sadko ne pala
aaya garibo ka rakhwala
batun mai amrit pi vish ka pyala
batun mai amrit pi vish ka pyala
are naam mera shankar bhola bhala
naam mera shankar bhola bhala

kismat ne mara sadko ne pala
kismat ne mara sadko ne pala
aaya garibo ka rakhwala
batun mai amrit pi vish ka pyala
are naam mera shankar bhola bhala
naam mera shankar bhola bhala

muflis ko dekhu ki ankh bhar aaye
bhikh mange bachpan to mujhe sharam aaye
laaj lutti dekhu to kaise man sambhalun
ji me aata hai trishul mai utha loon
trishul mai utha loon
aaya paapiyo ka sarvanash karne wala
are naam mera shankar bhola bhala
naam mera shankar bhola bhala
batu mai amrit pi vish ka pyala
are naam mera shankar bhola bhala

kamjor par jab sitam koi dhaye
ankho me meri to khoon utar aaye
kamjor par jab sitam koi dhaye
ankho me meri to khoon utar aaye
dekhi nahi jati mujhse to beinsafi
de nahi sakta mai apradhiyo ko mafi
apradhiyo ko mafi are hum to
use marange jisne hume mara
are naam mera shankar bhola bhala
naam mera shankar bhola bhala

Fate struck, the streets did raise,
Fate struck, the streets did raise,
I come, the poor's embrace.
I share the nectar, drink the poison's haze,
I share the nectar, drink the poison's haze,
My name is Shankar, pure and true,
My name is Shankar, kind and new.

Fate struck, the streets did raise,
Fate struck, the streets did raise,
I come, the poor's embrace.
I share the nectar, drink the poison's haze,
My name is Shankar, pure and true,
My name is Shankar, kind and new.

When I see the poor, my eyes overflow,
To see a child beg, shame starts to grow.
If I see honor plundered, how can I hold,
My heart yearns for a trident, brave and bold,
A trident I will hold.
I come to end the sinners' sway,
My name is Shankar, pure and true,
My name is Shankar, kind and new.
I share the nectar, drink the poison's haze,
My name is Shankar, pure and true.

When weakness is crushed beneath the blow,
Blood boils within me, a crimson flow.
When weakness is crushed beneath the blow,
Blood boils within me, a crimson flow.
Injustice, I cannot bear to see,

Forgiveness, I cannot give to thee,
To those who sin, we will be their end,
We will strike those who strike again.
My name is Shankar, pure and true,
My name is Shankar, kind and new.