ganga nahale chahe
tilak laga le
kismat ka likha hua
tale na taale
ganga nahale chahe
tilak laga le
kismat ka likha hua
tale na taale

wo hai khiladi
tu hai khilauna
kismat ka lekha
honi ka hona
puja karwale chahe
hawan karwale
kismat ka likha hua
tale na taale
wo hai khiladi
wo hai khiladi
tu hai khilauna

kismat ka lekha
honi ka hona
puja karwale chahe
hawan karwale
kismat ka likha hua
tale na taale
ganga nahale chahe
tilak laga le
kismat ka likha hua
tale na taale

Bathe in the Ganges, if you must,
Anoint your brow, with sacred dust.
But what is written, etched in fate,
No prayer can bend, no god abate.

He is the player, bold and grand,
And you, a toy within His hand.
What destiny decrees shall be,
A tapestry for all to see.
Offer up prayers, in incense deep,
Or rituals that secrets keep.
But what is written, carved in stone,
No ritual can claim its own.
He is the player, ever near,
And you, a puppet, bound by fear.

What destiny decrees, you'll find,
A fate of woven, intertwined.
Offer up prayers, in incense deep,
Or rituals that secrets keep.
But what is written, stands alone,
No ritual can claim its own.
Bathe in the Ganges, if you must,
Anoint your brow, with sacred dust.
But what is written, etched in fate,
No prayer can bend, no god abate.