nicha kam uncha nam nam nam
ye duniya kaisa ghorakh dhandha
nicha kam uncha nam
ye duniya kaisa ghorakh dhandha
nicha kam uncha nam
ye prani aankhe rahte andha
nicha kam uncha naam
sidha kam baba sidha kam

unche unche mahal utha le
unche unche mahal utha le
lakh bichha le pahre
lekin roke ruke na aayi
samay shakt na thehare
sar pe sada kal ka kal ka
kal ka phanda
nicha kam uncha nam
ye duniya kaisa ghorakh dhandha
nicha kam uncha nam

kashi jaye mathura jaye
kashi jaye mathura jaye
kashi jaye mathura jaye
das snan karaye
lekin man ke andhiyare me
chor chhupa muskaye
kate jeb udhar de, udhar de, udhar de
nicha kam uncha nam
ye duniya kaisa ghorakh dhandha
nicha kam uncha naam nam nam

krishan kanahiya the chori ki aur
mukh kar shyam ghuma le aankh
mukh kar shyam ghuma le aankh
krishan kanahaiya se
thodi si mafi kaun karaye
ham jo aisa kar baithe
to duniya khel banaye
kya ho jab na mile koi
na mile koi
na mile koi dhandha
nicha kaam uncha naam
ye duniya kaisa ghorakh dhandha
nicha kaam uncha naam
ye prani aankhe rahte andha
nicha kaam uncha naam
sidha kaam baba sidha kaam
nicha kaam uncha naam
nicha kaam uncha naam

Low deeds, a towering name, name, name,
A world in cruel, chaotic game.
Low deeds, a towering name,
A world in cruel, chaotic game.
Low deeds, a towering name,
This soul, though seeing, walks in shame.
Low deeds, a towering name,
True work, my friend, is all the same.

Lofty castles they may raise,
Lofty castles they may raise,
Lay down a thousand guarding maze,
But time’s relentless, swift in ways,
The hour’s power will not be stayed,
Upon your head, death’s snare is laid.
Low deeds, a towering name,
A world in cruel, chaotic game.
Low deeds, a towering name.

To Kashi they may journey far,
To Kashi they may journey far,
To Kashi they may journey far,
Ten holy baths beneath the star.
But in the shadows of the heart,
A thief still hides, plays a sly art.
He cuts the purse, he gives, he gives, he gives,
Low deeds, a towering name,
A world in cruel, chaotic game.
Low deeds, a towering name, name, name.

Krishna stole, his face cast down,
Turn, dark one, turn away, turn away from town.
Krishna stole, his face cast down,
Who would forgive a trifling frown?
If we do so, the world will play,
And mock us in a cruel array.
What then, when no one grants,
No one grants,
No one grants the gain?
Low deeds, a towering name,
A world in cruel, chaotic game.
Low deeds, a towering name,
This soul, though seeing, walks in shame.
Low deeds, a towering name,
True work, a towering name.
Low deeds, a towering name.
Low deeds, a towering name.