ghar ki tijori ghar ki tijori me to lakho
dil ki tijori khali re aisa mal kamane se to
lakh bhali kangali re ghar ki tijori me to lakho
dil ki tijori khali re aisa mal kamane se to
lakh bhali kangali re aisa mal kamane se to
lakh bhali kangali

chahe dunia badle lekin are dil na kisi ka badle
apne or paraye ko tu achai tarah parakh le
chahe dunia badle lekin are dil na kisi ka badle
apne or paraye ko tu achai tarah parakh le
subah ka bhula subah ka bhula kam kare rakhwali re
aisa mal kamane se to lakh bhali kangali re
aisa mal kamane se to lakh bhali kangali

chamak dekh kar sone ki ham ho jate andhe
jiwan bhar karte rahte hai khote kale dhandhe
chamak dekh kar sone ki ham ho jate andhe
jiwan bhar karte rahte hai khote kale dhandhe
sari dunia sari dunia nafrat karti
har koi deta gali re aisa mal kamane se to
lakh bhali kangali re aisa mal kamane se to
lakh bhali kangali

matlab bahut bada hai lekin baat bahut hai chhoti
mehnat ke do paise ache mehnat ki do roti
matlab bahut bada hai lekin baat bahut hai chhoti
mehnat ke do paise ache mehnat ki do roti
sab ko khani hai do roti sadhu ho ya mawali re
aisa mal kamane se to lakh bhali kangali re
aisa mal kamane se to lakh bhali kangali

ghar ki tijori me to lakho dil ki tijori khali re
aisa mal kamane se to lakh bhali kangali re
ghar ki tijori me to lakho dil ki tijori khali re
aisa mal kamane se to lakh bhali kangali re
aisa mal kamane se to lakh bhali kangali

In coffers of home, a fortune untold,
Yet the heart's vault empty, a story of old.
To gather such wealth, a hollow embrace,
A thousandfold better, the pauper's disgrace.

Though the world may shift, a chameleon's guise,
Let not hearts be altered, beneath changing skies.
Distinguish friend from foe, with a knowing eye,
Before the sun sets, and the last moments die.
A lost morning's errant, that wanders astray,
To gather such wealth, better to starve each day.

Blinded by gold's gleam, a deceptive light,
We chase shadows, through darkness and night.
Forever entangled in deeds of ill-fame,
Our lives are consumed in this avarice game.
The world’s scornful gaze, a venomous dart,
To gather such wealth, tear away the heart.

The meaning profound, though the words stand brief,
Two coins earned by labor, bring sweet relief.
Two loaves of bread, earned with sweat and with toil,
A sustenance shared, upon fertile soil.
From pauper to king, all share the same fate,
To gather such wealth, seal the prison gate.
In coffers of home, a fortune untold,
Yet the heart's vault empty, a story of old.
To gather such wealth, a hollow embrace,
A thousandfold better, the pauper's disgrace.
To gather such wealth, a hollow embrace,
A thousandfold better, the pauper's disgrace.