dhundhta huu huu
dhundhta hoon har jagah
arre kahin nahin tera pata
humen na sata
maalik bata meri khata

haaye gareebon ke bhagwan
haaye gareebon ke bhagwan
teri ameeron pe nazar hai
gareebon ke bhagwan
teri ameeron pe nazar hai

palat kar dekh idhar
tera dhyan tera dhyan
tera dhyan kidhar hai
palat kar dekh idhar
tera dhyan tera dhyan
tera dhyan kidhar hai
gareebon ke bhagwan
teri ameeron pe nazar hai

duniya ko dete ho chhapar phaad ke bhagwan ji
hum pe bhi to meherbani karo shiriman ji
kabhi na humse poochcha mister teri kya khabar hai
palat kar dekh idhar tera dhyan tera dhyan
tera dhyan kidhar hai
gareebon ke bhagwan haaye
gareebon ke bhagwan
teri ameeron pe nazar hai

dekho mera bura haal dekho meri taraf
sabki jeb garam garam meri jeb baraf
sabki jeb garam garam meri jeb baraf
tere kaarobar mein kuchch reh gayi kasar hai
palat kar dekh idhar
tera dhyan tera dhyan
tera dhyan kidhar hai
gareebon ke bhagwan
haaye gareebon ke bhagwan
teri ameeron pe nazar hai

kisi ko di naukri
kisi ko lakhpati chhokri
hamaare sar pe kyon rakh di hai museebaton ki tokri
museebaton ke bojh se chakra gaya mera sar hai
palat kar dekh idhar
tera dhyan tera dhyan
tera dhyan kidhar hai
gareebon ke bhagwan
haaye gareebon ke bhagwan
teri ameeron pe nazar hai
gareebon ke bhagwan
teri ameeron pe nazar hai

I search, and search,
In every realm, a vacant space,
No trace of you, no sign.
Why then, torment?
Lord, reveal my fault.

Oh, God of the poor,
Oh, God of the poor,
Your gaze falls only on the rich,
God of the poor,
Your gaze falls only on the rich.

Turn and see, turn this way,
Where is your attention, where?
Turn and see, turn this way,
Where is your attention, where?
God of the poor,
Your gaze falls only on the rich.

You shower the world with boundless gifts, O Lord,
Yet upon us, bestow a grace, Sir.
You never inquire, "What news of you, friend?"
Turn and see, turn this way,
Where is your attention, where?
God of the poor, alas,
God of the poor,
Your gaze falls only on the rich.

See my wretched state, see my plight,
All pockets are warm, mine is ice.
All pockets are warm, mine is ice.
A deficiency lingers in your trade.
Turn and see, turn this way,
Where is your attention, where?
God of the poor,
Oh, God of the poor,
Your gaze falls only on the rich.

To some, you gave a job,
To some, a million-dollar bride,
But on my head, why place a basket filled with woes?
The burden of troubles has made my head spin.
Turn and see, turn this way,
Where is your attention, where?
God of the poor,
Oh, God of the poor,
Your gaze falls only on the rich.
God of the poor,
Your gaze falls only on the rich.