chahe laakh karo tum puja, teerath karo hajaar
deen dukhi ko thukaraya to sab kuch hai bekar
garibo ki suno wo tumhari sunega
garibo ki suno wo tumhari sunega
tum ek paisa doge wo dus laakh dega
garibo ki suno wo tumhari sunega
garibo ki suno wo tumhari sunega
tum ek paisa doge wo dus laakh dega
garibo ki suno wo tumhari sunega
garibo ki suno

bukh lage to ye bachhe, aanshu pi kar reh jate hai
haaye garibo ki majboori, kya kya ye seh jaate hai
bukh lage to ye bachhe, aanshu pi kar reh jate hai
haaye garibo ki majboori, kya kya ye seh jaate hai
ye bachpan ke din hai ghadi khelne ki
ye bachpan ke din hai ghadi khelne ki
umar yeh nahi dukh jhelne ki
taras khao in pe ae aulaad walo
utha lo inhe bhi gale se laga lo
utha lo inhe bhi gale se laga lo
murjhaye naa phool kahin ye aandhi aur barsat me
garibo ki suno wo tumhari sunega
garibo ki suno wo tumhari sunega
tum ek paisa doge wo dus laakh dega

badkismat bimaar ye budha
kadam kadam pe girta hai
phir bhi in baccho ki khatir
haath pasare phirta hai
badkismat bimaar ye budha
kadam kadam pe girta hai
phir bhi in baccho ki khatir
haath pasare phirta hai
kahin inka ye saath naa chut jaaye
kahin inka ye saath naa chut jaaye
anatho ki ye aas bhi tut jaaye
kahan jayenge ye mukaddar ke maare
ye bujhte diye timtimate sitaare
ye bujhte diye timtimate sitaare
in beghar becharo ki kismat hai
tumhare haath mein
garibo ki suno wo tumhari sunega
garibo ki suno wo tumhari sunega
tum ek paisa doge wo dus laakh dega
garibo ki suno wo tumhari sunega
garibo ki suno wo tumhari sunega
tum ek paisa doge wo dus laakh dega

garibo ki suno wo tumhari sunega
garibo ki suno wo tumhari sunega
tum ek paisa doge wo dus laakh dega
garibo ki suno wo tumhari sunega
garibo ki suno wo tumhari sunega
tum ek paisa doge wo dus laakh dega
kisse hum fariyad kare, apno ne kiya kinara hai
lok laaj sab choad tumhare, aage hath pasara hai
kisse hum fariyad kare, apno ne kiya kinara hai
lok laaj sab choad tumhare, aage hath pasara hai
agar naa bhara mera majbur daman
to phir ye suhagan banegi abhagan
taras khao in pe ae aulaad walo
ujadne ko hai meri duniya bacha lo
utha lo hame bhi gale se laga lo
pyaar se dus dus paise rakh do
aaj hamare hath me
garibo ki suno wo tumhari sunega
garibo ki suno wo tumhari sunega

Though you may pray a thousand times,
And pilgrimage to holy climes,
If you cast off the wretched poor,
All your efforts are no more.

Hear the poor, and He will hear your plea,
Hear the poor, and He will hear your plea,
Give a penny, and He'll grant ten thousand fold,
Hear the poor, and He will hear your plea,
Hear the poor.

When hunger gnaws, these children weep,
Their tears their only solace keep,
Oh, the plight of the poor, what they endure,
Their suffering, forever pure.

These are the days for games and glee,
Not for sorrows, pain, and misery,
Pity them, you with fortune blessed,
Embrace them, bring them to your breast,
Lest their tender blossoms fade away,
In the storm and pouring rain.
Hear the poor, and He will hear your plea,
Give a penny, and He'll grant ten thousand fold.

This ill-fated, ailing elder, frail,
Falls at every step, he cannot fail,
Yet for these children, he extends his hand,
Seeking kindness across the land.

Lest they be torn apart, their bond undone,
That these orphans' hopes don't become none,
Where will these fate-cursed ones then reside?
These fading lamps, these flickering stars,
These homeless, helpless ones, they are in your hands,
Hear the poor, and He will hear your plea,
Give a penny, and He'll grant ten thousand fold,
Hear the poor.

Hear the poor, and He will hear your plea,
Give a penny, and He'll grant ten thousand fold,

To whom shall we complain, our loved ones gone astray,
Abandoning shame, we plead with you today,
If my needy life's cup is not filled,
Then I, a bride, will be left to be fulfilled,
Pity us, you with children of your own,
My world is falling, save me, I implore,
Lift us again, and embrace us once more,
Place a few coins of love in our hands,
Hear the poor, and He will hear your plea.