chahe lakh karo tum puja tirath karo hajar
din dukhi ko thukaraya to sab kuchh hai bekar

garibo ki suno wo tumhari sunega
garibo ki suno wo tumhari sunega
tum ek paisa doge wo das lakh dega
garibo ki suno garibo ki suno wo
tumhari sunega garibo ki suno wo
tumhari sunega tum ek paisa doge wo
das lakh dega garibo ki suno

bhukh lage to ye bachche ansu pi kar rah jate hain
hay garibo ki majburi kya kya ye sah jate hain
bhukh lage to ye bachche ansu pi kar rah jate hai
hay garibo ki majburi kya kya ye sah jate hain
ye bachapan ke din hain ghadi khelne ki
umar ye nahi aise dukh jhelne ki
taras khao inpe ae aulad valo
utha lo inhe bhi gale se laga lo
utha lo inhe bhi gale se laga lo
murjhaye na phul kahi
ye andhi aur barasat me garibo ki suno

badkismat bimar ye budha
kadam kadam par girta hai
phir bhi inn bachcho ki katir
hath pasare phirta hai
badkismat bimar ye budha
kadam kadam par girta hai
phir bhi inn bachcho ki katir
hath pasare phirta hai
kahi inka ye sath na chhut jaye
anatho ki ye aas bhi tut jaye
kaha jayenge ye mukaddar ke mare
ye bujhte diye timtimate sitare
ye bujhte diye timtimate sitare
inn beghar becharo ki kismat
hai tumhare hath me garibo ki suno

Though temples you grace, and pilgrimages roam,
If the wretched you spurn, your acts are a foam.
Listen to the poor, and your voice He will heed,
Listen to the poor, your plea He will feed.
A penny you give, a million returns He'll impart,
Listen to the poor, and open your heart.

When hunger arrives, these children weep tears,
Oh, the plight of the poor, the suffering it bears!
These are days meant for play, for laughter and glee,
Not for sorrow and pain, as the eyes of them see.
Have mercy, O heirs, of fortune and grace,
Embrace them, and hold them, in love's warm embrace.
Lest the flowers wither, in tempest and rain,
Listen to the poor, and ease their pain.

The ailing, the aged, misfortune's own plight,
At every step, they falter, in fading light.
Yet for these children, their hands they extend,
Seeking solace and comfort, until the end.
Lest their bonds should sever, their hopes disappear,
And orphans are lost, consumed by their fear.
Where shall they wander, these souls cast aside?
These flickering embers, where shadows reside?
The fate of these homeless, abandoned, and frail,
Is held in your hands, the story to unveil.
Listen to the poor, and their burdens embrace.