dene wala jab bhi deta
pura chhpar faad ke deta
are nang dabang malang jano ko
durbin se taad ke deta
dene wala jab bhi deta
pura chhpar fad ke deta
na dekhe wo gora kala
na deshi pardesi
are jab chahe sone se bhar
de fate sath ki keshi
jisper isko pyar aa jata
usko jebe jaad ke deta
dene wala
are dene wala jab bhi
deta pura chhpar faad ke deta
dene wala jab bhi deta
pura chhpar faad ke deta
are nang dadng malang jano ko
durbin se taad ke deta

data jab bhi de milkar bolo lao lao
apne abba ka maal samajh kar khao khao
hai purana farz hai uska jise
wo dhumdahad ke deta
dene wala
dene wala jab bhi
deta pura chhpar faad ke deta
nang dadng malang jano ko
durbin se taad ke deta

mera data mujhpar maharban hai
mere munh me chandi ki jaban hai
mere hath me sone ki kaman hai
jo bhi mere aage ayega
muft me jute kha ke jayega
jayega jayega
jisko dena chahe data band
kiwad ukhad ke deta
dene wala
dene wala jab bhi
deta pura chhpar faad ke deta
are nang dadng malang jano ko
durbin se taad ke deta

apna bhi agar is jahan
me koi sahara hota
raato ki khamoshiyo me
kyu dil humara rota
la la llla la
lo lo hey hey hey hey lo lo
o dene wala jab bhi deta
pura chhpar faad ke deta
dene wala la la la
dene wala jab bhi
deta pura chhpar faad ke deta
nang dadng malang jano ko
durbin se taad ke deta

khet pare tuchali to khet pare aaha aaha
khet pare tuchali to khet pare aaha aaha
khet pare tuchali to khet pare lo lo lo
waah re upar wale wha wha aha aha
tere khel nirale wha wha aha aha
gadho ko halwa baante bheso ko shaal dushale
buro ke munh me shkkar aur bhalo ke munh sar kaale
wha re upar wale wha wha aha aha
khet pare tuchali to khet pare

When the Giver gives, He tears the roof asunder,
For the naked, the wandering, He peers through the wonder.
The Giver sees no color, no homeland's divide,
With gold He fills the tattered, He cannot be denied.
Upon whom love descends, He empties their pockets,
The Giver, oh the Giver, when He gives, He rockets,
Tearing the roof, for the naked, the wandering,
He seeks with His lens, His vision is wandering.

When the Giver gives, let us chant, "Bring, bring forth!"
Feast upon our Baba's bounty, from north to south.
It is His ancient duty, with a thunderous roar,
The Giver, when He gives, cracks open the door.
For the naked, the wandering,
He seeks with His lens, His vision is wandering.

My Giver shows mercy, a silver tongue I hold,
In my hands, a golden bow, a story to be told.
Those who dare confront me, will taste the shoe's sting,
To whom He wishes to give, He tears down the wall, anything!
The Giver, the Giver, when He gives, He thunders,
Tearing the roof, for the naked, the wandering,
He seeks with His lens, His vision is wandering.

If in this world, we had a refuge to embrace,
Why would our hearts weep in the night's silent space?
La la lall la lo lo hey hey hey hey lo lo
Oh, the Giver, when He gives, tears the roof asunder,
The Giver, la la la, when He gives, He thunders,
Tearing the roof, for the naked, the wandering,
He seeks with His lens, His vision is wandering.

Fields abound, the paltry, fields abound ah ah,
Oh, Supreme One, there, there ah ah,
Your games are strange, there, there ah ah,
To donkeys, He offers sweets, to buffaloes, shawls of state,
To the wicked, sugar, to the good, a blackened fate,
Oh, Supreme One, there, there ah ah,
Fields abound, the paltry, fields abound.