chahe to mita de chahe to bacha le
chahe to mita de chahe to bacha le
garibo ki dunia hai tere hawale
garibo ki dunia hai tere hawale

are haa kabhi bahti thi yaha
dudh ki nahre har dil me utha
har dil me utha
karti thi anand ki lahre
ab dukh ke samundar me hum dubne wale
hai tere hawale
garibo ki dunia hai tere hawale

garibo ki kismat, garibo ki kismat
kuch aisi hai soyi, kuch aisi hai soyi
jaha me nahi
jaha me nahi inka hamdard koi
sab inke lahu ko samjhe hai pani
sab inke lahu ko samjhe hai pani
ab inke liye, ab inke liye
maut hai zindgani

na khaane ko roti
ha na khaane ko roti
na tan pe hai kapda
na tan pe hai kapda
musibat hai aur sahne ko jhagada
aur sahne ko jhagada
pade hai ye jaalim jamaane ke paale
pade hai ye jaalim jamaane ke paale
garibo ki dunia hai tere hawale

jaha ko banaye jaha me rahe na
jaha ko banaye jaha me rahe na
musibat sahe aur muh se kahe na
musibat sahe aur muh se kahe na
besabr laashe hajaaro padi hai
besabr laashe hajaaro padi hai
bata aisi halat pe aasu bahe na
bata aisi halat pe aasu bahe
yu bahte hai phute hue dil ke chale
yu bahte hai phute hue dil ke chale
garibo ki dunia hai tere hawale
garibo ki dunia hai tere hawale
chahe to mita de chahe to bacha le
garibo ki dunia hai tere hawale

Erase if you will, or spare this plight,
Erase if you will, or bring forth light,
The world of the poor is in your sight.
The world of the poor is in your might.

Once, rivers of milk did flow,
In every heart, a vibrant glow,
A vibrant glow,
Waves of joy did ebb and grow.
Now, in oceans of sorrow, we begin to fall,
Are at your will, are at your call,
The world of the poor is in your thrall.

The fate of the poor, the fate of the poor,
Is slumbering deep, locked at the core,
Locked at the core,
No sympathizer to be found to implore,
Their blood is seen as water, they say,
Their blood is seen as water, they play,
For them, for them, death is their day.

No bread to consume,
No bread to consume,
No clothes to adorn,
No clothes to adorn,
Misery's grip, a quarrel to mourn,
A quarrel to mourn,
Cast in the frost of this cruel, cruel morn,
Cast in the frost of this cruel, cruel morn,
The world of the poor is in your born.

They build the world, yet have no stay,
They build the world, yet have no say,
Endure hardship, but never betray,
Endure hardship, but never betray,
Patience, a thousand corpses lay,
Patience, a thousand corpses lay,
In such a state, can tears hold sway?
In such a state, can tears hold sway?
Like wounds of the heart, they run away,
Like wounds of the heart, they run away,
The world of the poor is in your day.
The world of the poor is in your day.
Erase if you will, or bring forth light,
The world of the poor is in your sight.