kahan chal diye yu zara dekh to lo
ye hai ameero ki mehfil hai ab dekhna kya
amero ki mehfil nahi hai garebo ke kabil

daulat ameero ki izzat ameero ki
daulat ameero ki izzat ameero ki
kismat amiro ke sath ding dang
bade logo ki badi baat ding dang ding dang
bade logo ki badi baat ding dang ding dang

jaise kamai hai waise lutai hai
daulat jo aai hai haath ding dang ding dang
bade logo ki badi baat ding dang ding dang
bade logo ki badi baat ding dang ding dang

inka mehmaan hai ye sikka
inki pehchan hai ye sikka
inka imman hai ye sikka
ye sikka inka bhagwan hai ye sikka
sikka hai yaar amero ka
sikka hai pyar ameero ka
sikke ke gol sikke me
hai sara sansar ameero ka

ye nasal hai kya ye daur hai kya
aayashi ka ye taur hai kya
ye hungama ye shor hai kya
ye zulm nahi to aur hai kya
nilami boli asmat ki har raat lagai jati hai
beti garib ki daulat ki
kya keemat yahan chukati hai
sone ki botal hai chandi ke pyale hai
sone ki botal hai chandi ke pyale hai
dube sharabo me raat ding dang ding dang
bade logo ki badi baat ding dang ding dang
bade logo ki badi baat ding dang ding dang

in pattar ki deewaro me sunepan ka basera hai
ik veerana ik khamoshi sanata hai andhera hai
pathar ke mahlo ke pathar hai dil sare
pathar ke mahlo ke pathar hai dil sare
dil me na koi jazbat ding dang ding dang
bade logo ki badi baat ding dang ding dang
bade logo ki badi baat ding dang ding dang

Where now do you wander, pause, and behold,
This gilded hall, a sight to unfold?
A haven not for the humble and meek,
Where the rich alone, their fortunes speak.

Wealth belongs to the lords of the land,
Honor bestowed by a grasping hand.
Fortune entwined, a clinking dance,
The grand pronouncements, a fleeting trance.

As the harvest sown, so the yield is cast,
The riches amassed, a fleeting fast.
The grand pronouncements, a hollow plea,
The grand pronouncements, for all to see.

Their guest of honor, the coin's cold gleam,
Their identity etched in its wicked dream.
Their faith resides in the metal's hold,
Their god is the coin, a story told.
A lover of the opulent's desire,
In circles of coins, their world takes fire.

Is this a lineage? Is this an age?
A life of pleasure, a gilded cage?
This clamor, this noise, a deafening sound,
If not cruelty, then what is found?
A nightly auction of honor's price,
A poor girl's worth, a bitter slice.
What value here, does the poor now pay?
Gold bottles gleam, in silver they sway,
Drowning the nights, in a drunken haze,
The grand pronouncements, in a smoky maze.
The grand pronouncements, echoing ways.

Within these stone walls, a desolate plight,
A wilderness vast, shrouded in night.
A silent hush, a darkness descends,
In palaces of stone, where the cold heart lends,
No kindred spirit, no warmth to share,
The grand pronouncements, beyond compare.
The grand pronouncements, a world to ensnare.