are wah mere malik khub hai tere khel
pagal saare kutte ghume
samjdaar ko jail are wah re malik
are are jute pe pagdi pagdi pe juta
chadri ko gamchha sar ko pair bataaye
aankh ke andhe kamalnayan kehlaye
jute pe pagdi pagdi ko juta
chadri ko gamchha sar ko pair bataaye
aankh ke andhe kamalnayan kehlaye

ayi tan bin kapda kapda bin tan
dhadkan bin dil dil bin dhadkan
pehle budhapa baad mein bachpan
are wah re malik
are wah mere malik khub hai tere khel
khub hai tere khel
ghar waalo ke upar mitti
ghar waalo ke upar mitti
gadhe lagaye teil gadhe lagaye teil
are wah mere malik are wah mere malik
are are ghar ko baahar baahar ko ghar
sadak pe bister lambi lot lagaaye
patthar puje aur humko thukraye

are tan bin kapda kapda bin tan
dhadkan bin dil dil bin dhadkan
pehle budhapa baad mein bachpan
are wah re malik

are wah mere malik khub hai tere khel
hum jaiso ke pair mein bedi langda kare kulel
are wah mere malik
are are paain kodi naam ka rodi
kaach ki ghodi farphat daudi jaye
ajab ajuba jo dekhte reh jaye

are tan bin kapda kapda bin tan
dhadkan bin dil dil bin dhadkan
pehle budhapa baad mein bachpan

Ah, Master, your sport is a wonder!
Mad dogs roam free,
The wise caged, a paradox of thunder.
Ah, Master!

Shoes crowned with turbans, turbans on shoes,
A cloak becomes a towel, the head, a foot.
Those blind of eye, lotus-eyed are they called, untrue.
Shoes crowned with turbans, turbans on shoes,
A cloak becomes a towel, the head, a foot.
Those blind of eye, lotus-eyed are they called, untrue.

Body without cloth, cloth without a form,
A heart without beat, a beat without a core.
Old age first, then infancy's warmth.
Ah, Master!
Ah, Master, your sport is a wonder!
Your sport is a wonder!
Earth on the kin,
Earth on the kin,
Donkeys anointed with oil, a hollow din.
Ah, Master, ah, Master!
The home outside, outside the home,
Beds on the road, long rolls they find,
Stones revered, while we are left behind.

Body without cloth, cloth without a form,
A heart without beat, a beat without a core.
Old age first, then infancy's warmth.
Ah, Master!
Ah, Master, your sport is a wonder!
We, shackled, stumble, a limping reel.
Ah, Master!
The leper's foot, a stone of fame,
A glass horse, a fleeting flame.
A wonder to behold, a spectacle to claim.
Body without cloth, cloth without a form,
A heart without beat, a beat without a core.
Old age first, then infancy's warmth.