chandi luta le chahe sona baha le
kismat ka likha hua tale na taale
chandi luta le chahe sona baha le
kismat ka likha hua tale na taale

wo hai khiladi tu hai khilona
jiwan hai tera honi ka hona
hasna aur rona
wo hai khiladi tu hai khilona
jiwan hai tera honi ka hona
hasna aur rona
tilak lagale chahe ganga nahale
kismat ka likha hua tale na taale
chandi luta le chahe sona baha le
kismat ka likha hua tale na taale

faslo ki bali phulo ki pyali
karta wahi hai bhar bhar ke khali
chandi ki thali
faslo ki bali phulo ki pyali
karta wahi hai bhar bhar ke khali
chandi ki thali
kagaz likha le chahe pothi chhapa le
kismat ka likha hua tale na taale
chandi luta le chahe sona baha le
kismat ka likha hua tale na taale

matlab ke phere me mai mai na karna
na jane kab ho tujhko gujarna
jite jee marna
matlab ke phere me mai mai na karna
na jane kab ho tujhko gujarna
jite jee marna
jantar jagale chahe mantar padhale
kismat ka likha hua tale na taale
chandi luta le chahe sona baha le
kismat ka likha hua tale na taale

Spend silver, let gold be scattered wide,
What fate has writ, no hand can turn aside.
Spend silver, let gold be scattered wide,
What fate has writ, no hand can turn aside.

He is the player, you, a mere toy,
Your life unfolds, destined to deploy.
Laughter and crying,
He is the player, you, a mere toy,
Your life unfolds, destined to deploy.
Laughter and crying.
Wear the mark, bathe in holy tide,
What fate has writ, no hand can turn aside.
Spend silver, let gold be scattered wide,
What fate has writ, no hand can turn aside.

The harvest's bounty, the flower's cup,
He fills and empties, lifts and cuts up.
Silver's platter,
The harvest's bounty, the flower's cup,
He fills and empties, lifts and cuts up.
Silver's platter.
Write on paper, print the sacred lore,
What fate has writ, no hand can turn aside.
Spend silver, let gold be scattered wide,
What fate has writ, no hand can turn aside.

In self's embrace, let 'I' not reside,
When journey's end, is nowhere to hide.
To live is to die,
In self's embrace, let 'I' not reside,
When journey's end, is nowhere to hide.
To live is to die.
Chant the charm, recite the mystic word,
What fate has writ, no hand can turn aside.
Spend silver, let gold be scattered wide,
What fate has writ, no hand can turn aside.