ban ke aaya hu dar pe sawali sawali
ban ke aaya hu dar pe sawali
ban ke aaya hu dar pe sawali
bhikh do meri jholi hai khali ha khali
bhikh do meri jholi hai khali
kab talak mai firu mara mara
ilteja meri sun lo khudara
tumse raji hai khuda tum ho khuda ke pyare
jab talak bhi hai ye chand ye suraj tare
hale dil apna sunayenge tumhe ro ro kar
bhikh mangu yun hi tumse gamo ke maare
kab talak mai firu mara mara
ilteja meri sun lo khudara

aashiya hasrato ka na ujde
jal na jaye ummido ki dali
bhikh do meri jholi hai khali ha khali
bhikh do meri jholi hai khali
ban ke aaya hu dar pe sawali
ban ke aaya hu dar pe sawali
bhikh do meri jholi hai khali
bhikh do meri jholi hai khali
ban ke aaya hu dar pe sawali
ban ke aaya hu dar pe sawali

suna suna hai sapno ka aangan
tuta tuta hai khushiyo ka darpan
kaisa tufa aaya bhagvan kaisa tufa aaya bhagvan
mera jivan nahi mera jivan
chin gai mujhse holi diwali
bhikh do meri jholi hai khali
ban ke aaya hu dar pe sawali
ban ke aaya hu dar pe sawali

sar hakikat se jisne jhukaya
jo bhi manga hai usne vo paya
sun ke har mangne wale ki duhai tumne
shan yu apni shakhavat ki dikhai tumne
aa ke khali na koi lauta tumhare dar se
ukme allah se har bigdi banai tumne
sar hakikat se jisne jhukaya
jo bhi manga hai usne vo paya
meri jholi ki laaj bhi rakh lo
sar jhukaye hai sarkare aali
bhikh do meri jholi hai khali ha khali
bhikh do meri jholi hai khali
ho ban ke aaya hu dar pe sawali
ban ke aaya hu dar pe sawali

sabki vipda hare pyar tera
sab pe hota hai upkar tera
mere man me hai kitna andhera
mere man me hai kitna andhera
kab tak khilega milan ka savera
punchti hai ye puja ki thali
bhikh do meri jholi hai khali
ban ke aaya hu dar pe sawali
ban ke aaya hu dar pe sawali

apna data tumhe mante hai
apna data ha data apna data ha data
apna data tumhe mante hai
ye hakikat hai sab jante hai
ye hakikat hakikat ye hakikat hakikat
ye hakikat hai sab jante hai
besaharo ke sahare ho sahara de do
dagmagati hui kasti ko kinara de do
chand mil jaye mere ghar me ujalo ke liye
meri kismat jo badal de vo sitara de do
chand mil jaye mere ghar me ujalo ke liye
meri kismat jo badal de vo sitara de do
apna data tumhe mante hai
apna data ha data apna data ha data
apna data tumhe mante hai ye hakikat hai sab jante hai

aa gya dar pe tumhare jo bhi
aa gya dar pe tumhare jo bhi
usne takdir apni bana li
bhikh do meri jholi hai khali ha khali
bhikh do meri jholi hai khali ha khali
bhikh do meri jholi hai khali ha khali
bhikh do meri jholi hai khali ha khali

A beggar I come, at your sacred door.
A beggar I come, imploring more.
A beggar I come, at your sacred door.
Grant alms, my empty palms implore.
Grant alms, my empty palms implore.
How long must I wander, lost and sore?
Hear my plea, O divine of yore.
You are favored of God, God's very core.
While moon and sun and stars still soar.
I'll pour my heart out, weeping evermore.
Begging for solace, by sorrow devoured.
How long must I wander, lost and sore?
Hear my plea, O divine of yore.

May the nest of hopes not be undone,
Nor the bough of my longing, scorched by the sun.
Grant alms, my empty palms implore.
Grant alms, my empty palms implore.
A beggar I come, at your sacred door.
A beggar I come, imploring more.
Grant alms, my empty palms implore.
Grant alms, my empty palms implore.
A beggar I come, at your sacred door.
A beggar I come, imploring more.

Empty the courtyard of dreams now appear,
Shattered the mirror where joy used to cheer.
What storm has arisen, O God, so severe?
My life is no longer, my life is not here.
Stolen from me are Holi, Diwali so dear.
Grant alms, my empty palms implore.
A beggar I come, at your sacred door.
A beggar I come, imploring more.

Who bows his head to truth's decree,
Finds all he asks, eternally.
You hear the cries of all who pray,
Your generosity lights the way.
None leave you empty, at your gate,
By God's command, you elevate.
Who bows his head to truth's decree,
Finds all he asks, eternally.
Protect the honor of my plea,
As I bow low, in majesty.
Grant alms, my empty palms implore.
Grant alms, my empty palms implore.
A beggar I come, at your sacred door.
A beggar I come, imploring more.

Your love erases every woe,
Your grace on all, does overflow.
Darkness dwells within my soul, below.
Darkness dwells within my soul, below.
When will the dawn of union glow?
Asks the prayer plate, soft and low.
Grant alms, my empty palms implore.
A beggar I come, at your sacred door.
A beggar I come, imploring more.

We believe you, our giver true,
Our giver, yes, our giver, through and through.
We believe you, our giver true.
This truth, the world, it well does view.
This truth, this truth, this truth we knew.
This truth, the world, it well does view.
To the helpless, you lend your hand,
To the wavering boat, a promised land.
Let the moon enter my home, with its light,
Give me the star that changes my plight.
Let the moon enter my home, with its light,
Give me the star that changes my plight.
We believe you, our giver true,
Our giver, yes, our giver, through and through.
We believe you, our giver true.
This truth, the world, it well does view.

Whoever comes, before your face,
Whoever comes, into this place,
He shapes his destiny, his grace.
Grant alms, my empty palms implore.
Grant alms, my empty palms implore.
Grant alms, my empty palms implore.
Grant alms, my empty palms implore.