dhanwano ki dhan nagri ki sun lo ram kahani
baba sun lo ram kahani
dhanwano ki dhan nagri ki sun lo ram kahani
baba sun lo ram kahani
rupaiya unka raja
athanni unki rani
chawanni duanni do ladkiyan manmani
siyavar ramchander ki jay

building bangle banwane ki bechaaro ko jhanjhat
aur kiraydaro se pagdi lene ki jhanjhat
bank balance badhane ko vo kare khun ka paani
siyavar ramchander ki jay
are paas na apne building bangla
sadko par hum sote
khate jo bhagwaan khilaye, bhojan ko nahi rote
ram naam hai bank humara jisko na aaye hani
siyavar ramchander ki jay
dhanwano ki dhan nagri ki sun lo ram kahani
baba sun lo ram kahani
dhanwano ki dhan nagri ki sun lo ram kahani
baba sun lo ram kahani

income tax bachane ko vo dhakke khaye dar dar
are unko jhat pukara jaye jan pade jo mander
bhul jaye parmeshawar ko nahi bhule rakam bachaani
siyavar ramchander ki jay
are tex vax ki fikar na kaka
are tex vax ki fikar na kaka
paas na apne numbari
chimta jholi dhan hai apna vastr tan ki chamadi
paas humare aaye jo chinta mar jaaye uski nani
siyavar ramchander ki jay
are sukh hi sukh hai
sukh hi sukh hai hum logo ko joru hai na jata
le de ke bas ek humara ram naam se nata

rakhe ja vid ram rahenge yahi hai man me thani
siyavar ramchander ki jay
dhanwano ki dhan nagri ki sun lo ram kahani
baba sun lo ram kahani
dhanwano ki dhan nagri ki sun lo ram kahani
baba sun lo ram kahani
rupaiya unka raja
athanni unki rani
chawanni duanni do ladkiyan manmani
rupaiya kiska bhaiya
athanni kiski sathi
chawanni duanni yun aati hai yun jaati
tike na hargij ek jagah
ye jaise bahta paani
siyavar ramchander ki jay

Hearken to the tale of the wealthy's city, O Ram.
Listen, O Baba, to the story of Ram.
Hearken to the tale of the wealthy's city, O Ram.
Listen, O Baba, to the story of Ram.
The rupee is their king,
the half-rupee their queen,
the quarter and the two-anna coins, unruly daughters, it seems.
Victory to Ramachandra, the glory incarnate!

They fret, building mansions, palaces of might,
And wrangle with tenants, demanding their right.
To swell their bank balances, they spill their very life's vein.
Victory to Ramachandra, the glory incarnate!
We have no mansions, no palaces to claim,
We sleep on the streets, our existence, a flame.
We eat what God provides, of food we have no pain.
Ram's name, our bank, from which no loss can gain.
Victory to Ramachandra, the glory incarnate!
Hearken to the tale of the wealthy's city, O Ram.
Victory to Ramachandra, the glory incarnate!
Hearken to the tale of the wealthy's city, O Ram.
Listen, O Baba, to the story of Ram.

To evade income tax, they wander and roam,
Quickly they are summoned, to temples they must come.
They forget the Almighty, but their savings remain.
Victory to Ramachandra, the glory incarnate!
We have no taxes to fret, my friend,
We own no numbered accounts, no end.
Our tongs and our satchel, our wealth, our clothes upon our skin,
When sorrow comes to us, it quickly fades within.
Victory to Ramachandra, alas!
Happiness alone is ours,
no wife, no earthly powers.
We have but one bond, with Ram's hallowed name,
Victory to Ramachandra, the glory incarnate!

We will keep faith in Ram, with Him we shall remain, this our decree.
Victory to Ramachandra, the glory incarnate!
Hearken to the tale of the wealthy's city, O Ram.
Listen, O Baba, to the story of Ram.
Hearken to the tale of the wealthy's city, O Ram.
Listen, O Baba, to the story of Ram.
The rupee is their king,
the half-rupee their queen,
the quarter and the two-anna coins, unruly daughters, it seems.
Whose is the rupee, oh brother?
Whose is the half-rupee, our friend?
The quarter and the two-anna coins, they come and they descend.
They stay not a moment, like water in its race,
Victory to Ramachandra, the glory incarnate!