meri jaa hat ke, o chalan bachke
ham to hain deewane, koi jaane ya na jaane
oye ham to hain deewane, koi jaane ya na jaane
duniya ki baato se kya hain vaasta
ham to na chhodenge apna rasta
are ham to na chhodenge apna rasta
mera jaa hat ke, o chalana bachke ha

chhod laala hera feri, aur ye kaale dhandhe
chhod laala hera feri, aur ye kaale dhandhe
muh me raam aur chhuri bagal me
kaise hain ye bande
are muh me raam aur chhuri bagal me
kaise hain ye bande
ha muh ke mithe, dil ke kaale
ha muh ke mithe, dil ke kaale
are chhup chhup ke ye peete hain pyale
inako maula aap sambhalo
ha kar do inko police hawale
inke jhuthe dhandhe se kya wasta
ham to na chhodenge apna rasta
are ham to na chhodenge apna rasta
mera jaa hat ke, chalana bachke ha

dudh me paani tel me paani, gehu me pathar dale
dudh me paani tel me paani, gehu me pathar dale
nakli maal bajaar me beche
asali maal chhupa le
are nakli maal bajaar me beche
asali maal chhupa le
ho laala nakli maal bhi nakli
ho ha laala nakli maal bhi nakli
haldi nakli daal bhi nakli
chaal bhi nakli, baal bhi nakli
sher bhi nakli khal bhi nakli
in sab nakli chhizo se kya vasta
ham to na chhodenge apna rasta
are ham to na chhodenge apna rasta
mera jaa hat ke, chalana bachke ha

ham to hain deewane, koi jaane ya na jaane
oye ham to hain deewane, koi jaane ya na jaane
duniya ke baato se kya hain vaasta
ham to na chhodenge apna rasta
are ham to na chhodenge apna rasta

My love, step aside, tread with care,
We are the mad ones, who knows, who dares?
Oh, we are the mad ones, who knows, who dares?
What care we for the world's cold stare?
We will not forsake our path, I swear.
We will not forsake our path, nowhere.
My love, step aside, tread with care, yes.

Leave behind these schemes, this darkened trade,
Leave behind these schemes, the shadows made.
With "Ram" on the tongue, a knife concealed,
What creatures are these, their hearts unrevealed?
Oh, with "Ram" on the tongue, a knife concealed,
What creatures are these, their secrets sealed?
Sweet words they speak, but hearts of night,
Sweet words they speak, devoid of light.
They sip their potions, hidden from sight,
May the divine take them, in darkest plight,
And hand them over to the law's sharp hold.
What care we for their lies, their stories told?
We will not forsake our path, bold.
We will not forsake our path, of old.
My love, step aside, tread with care.

Water in milk, water in oil's guise,
Stones in the wheat, before our eyes.
False wares they peddle, in the market's hold,
The true they hide, their stories untold.
Oh, false wares they peddle, the story told,
The true they hide, their hearts grown cold.
Oh, these wares, false through and through,
Oh, yes, false, in all they do.
Turmeric false, lentils untrue,
Walks are false, and hair askew,
Lions false, in skins they feign,
What care we for this deceptive reign?
We will not forsake our path, again.
We will not forsake our path, amen.
My love, step aside, tread with care.

We are the mad ones, who knows, who dares?
Oh, we are the mad ones, who knows, who dares?
What care we for the world's cold stares?
We will not forsake our path, it declares.
We will not forsake our path, it ensnares.