are dene vale yah kya jindagi di
kisi ko hansi di, kisi ko kushi di
garibo ki kismat mein
rona hi rona, rona hi rona

tadapte hai ham, hans raha hai jamana
jo puchho to ye hai hamara fasana
garibo ki kismat

ha jamane ne jab hamko thokar lagayi
to tute huye dil se aawaj aayi
garibo ki kismat

mere aansuo uske kuche mein jana
mera hal puchhe to ye kah sunana
garibo ki kismat

Oh, Giver, what life have you spun,
Laughter for some, joy for everyone.
But in the poor's fate,
Only weeping, weeping, a desolate state.

We writhe in pain, the world laughs on,
Ask our tale, and this is our dawn.
In the poor's fate,
Only weeping, weeping, a desolate state.

When the world's harsh hand struck us down,
From broken hearts, a mournful sound.
In the poor's fate,
Only weeping, weeping, a desolate state.

My tears, they flow, to his street they roam,
And if he asks, tell him of my home.
In the poor's fate,
Only weeping, weeping, a desolate state.