are dekh ke in besharmo ko, sharm mujhe yun aai
utha ke dafli
are utha ke dafli gane laga main
baja baja ke tihai
he rama re rama re

kaliyug ki kanya ha ha kaliyug ki kanya
kaliyug ki kanya milne jaj ko chali
milne jaj ko chali
nau sau chuhe
nau sau chuhe khake billi haj jo chali
billi haj ko chali
o milne jaj ko chali
kaliyug ki kanya rama kaliyug ki kanya
kaliyug ki kanya hay hay kaliyug ki kanya

rama ho rama ho lajja hain na laaj hain
beshrmi hi to kaaj hain
are rama ho rama ho lajja hain na laaj hain
beshrmi hi to kaaj hain
punji ko ye puja samjhe, pap ka inpe raaj hain
paap ka inpe raaj hain
bin khile hi
bin khile hi murjha jaye, puja ki kali
ho rama puja ki kali
ho rama puja ki kali
nau sau chuhe khake billi haj jo chali
billi haj ko chali
kaliyug ki kanya rama kaliyug ki kanya
kaliyug ki kanya hay hay kaliyug ki kanya

kaliyug ke
kaliyug ke hain rang anokhe
rang anokho dekho dhang anokhe
khud miya biwi ko biwi miya ko
miya biwi ko biwi miya ko
nit nit dete dhokhe
kaliyug ke hain rang anokhe
naam se pavan kaam se raavan
naam se pavan kaam se raavan
bhai ko na aaye sharm, bhai ko na aaye sharm
mata apni bhuli dharm, mata apni bhuli dharm
daude paap nagriya
daude paap nagariya, chhod raam ki gali
ho rama raam ki gali
ho rama raam ki glai
nau sau chuhe khake billi haj jo chali
billi haj ko chali

I watched their brazen dance, shame’s tide did rise,
And seized a drum, a rhythm to devise.
I beat the beat, a threefold call,
My song began, embracing all.
Oh, Rama, Rama, hear my plea.

Daughters of Kali Yuga, ah, yes, daughters they,
To the judge they went, in search of their way.
Nine hundred mice, a feast so grand,
The cat, now holy, sought the promised land.
Oh, to the judge they went, this wicked band,
Daughters of Kali Yuga, forever damned.

Oh Rama, Rama, where is shame, where is grace?
Shamelessness, their purpose, in this desolate place.
Oh Rama, Rama, where is shame, where is grace?
Shamelessness, their purpose, in this desolate place.
They worship wealth, embrace the sin,
Sin’s reign supreme, where darkness has been.
Before they bloom, their petals fade,
A prayer’s young bud, its promise betrayed.
Oh Rama, prayer’s young bud, its promise betrayed.
Nine hundred mice, the cat in prayer,
To Mecca's gates, she makes her way there.
Daughters of Kali Yuga, forever there.

The colors of Kali Yuga, a twisted art,
Twisted ways, that tear the world apart.
Husband and wife, in deceit they dwell,
Each day they weave a treacherous spell.
The colors of Kali Yuga, a twisted art,
Holy in name, in deeds, a demon's heart,
Brother to brother, knows not shame,
Forgetful mothers, of a forgotten name.
To cities of sin, they wildly run,
Leaving behind, the path of the Son.
Oh Rama, the path of the Son.
Nine hundred mice, the cat in prayer,
To Mecca's gates, she makes her way there.