jaise chahe rakhe wo data
jaise chahe rakhe wo data apna kya hai ji
rukhi sukhi khaye ke thanda pani pe
re bhaiya thanda pani pe
jaise chahe rakhe wo data

dudh jalebi jo nahi to beta chane chaba ke rah le
ghar jo nahi footpath pe bhaiya tat bicha kar rahle
char dina to rahna tujhko char dina to rahna tujhko
gum hi uthakar rahle jaise chahe rakhe wo data
apna kya hai ji rukhi sukhi khaye ke thanda pani pe
re bhaiya thanda pani pe jaise chahe rakhe wo data

khari na is duniya ko samjhana jan ke khoti rahna
mile jo aadhi roti khake aadhi roti rahna
pas nahi jo kapda lata pas nahi jo kapda lata
bandh langoti rahna jaise chahe rakhe wo data
apna kya hai ji rukhi sukhi khaye ke thanda pani pe
re bhaiya thanda pani pe jaise chahe rakhe wo data

ghum na aadi mang nikale ban ke chaila pyare
paw jo faila apni chadar dekh ke faila pyare
mal nahi to apne dil ko mal nahi to apne dil ko
kar nahi maila pyare jaise chahe rakhe wo data
apna kya hai ji rukhi sukhi khaye ke thanda pani pe
re bhaiya thanda pani pe jaise chahe rakhe wo data

nahi jo sona pahan ke rahle gilat ke challe beta
cream nahi to muh par kadwa tel hi malle beta
bina nasibo futi kodi bina nasibo futi kodi
pade na palle beta jaise chahe rakhe wo data
apna kya hai ji rukhi sukhi khaye ke thanda pani pe
re bhaiya thanda pani pe jaise chahe rakhe wo data

wo hai malik jisko chahe fad ke chappar deta
ek ko sukha gud nahi milta ek ko shakkar deta
ek ko sidhi rah chalata ek ko sidhi rah chalata
ek ko chakkar deta jaise chahe rakhe wo data
apna kya hai ji rukhi sukhi khaye ke thanda pani pe
re bhaiya thanda pani pe jaise chahe rakhe wo data

desh ki punji desh ke dhan ho dekho tum sab bache
apni dhun ke pakke rahna bat ke rahna sache
apni jaise taise biti apni jaise taise biti
aayenge kal din ache jaise chahe rakhe wo data
apna kya hai ji rukhi sukhi khaye ke thanda pani pe
re bhaiya thanda pani pe jaise chahe rakhe wo data

He, the Giver, decrees the way,
What is ours, in this grand play?
If coarse bread and cool water be,
Drink, brother, and be free.
He, the Giver, decrees the way.

If milk and sweets are not your share,
Then chew the gram, and find you there.
If home is lost, on pavement lie,
With a humble mat beneath your eye.
For but four days, we must endure,
And bear the sorrow, pure and sure.
He, the Giver, decrees the way.
What is ours, in this grand play?
If coarse bread and cool water be,
Drink, brother, and be free.
He, the Giver, decrees the way.

To know this world, a broken lie,
Embrace the low, as days go by.
If half a loaf is all you find,
Then eat your fill, and leave behind.
If clothes are few, and worldly store,
A simple loincloth, nothing more.
He, the Giver, decrees the way.
What is ours, in this grand play?
If coarse bread and cool water be,
Drink, brother, and be free.
He, the Giver, decrees the way.

Don't seek the crown, but servant be,
Extend your reach, as far as see.
If riches fail, within your breast,
Keep your heart clean, and find your rest.
He, the Giver, decrees the way.
What is ours, in this grand play?
If coarse bread and cool water be,
Drink, brother, and be free.
He, the Giver, decrees the way.

If gold is gone, let brass suffice,
If creams are lost, then oil's your price.
Where fate denies, and coins are few,
No fortune falls, for me or you.
He, the Giver, decrees the way.
What is ours, in this grand play?
If coarse bread and cool water be,
Drink, brother, and be free.
He, the Giver, decrees the way.

He, the Master, tears the roof,
For some, a treat, for others, proof.
One gets no date, one sugar sweet,
One walks straight paths, upon their feet.
One spins in circles, lost and bound,
By fate's design, on shifting ground.
He, the Giver, decrees the way.
What is ours, in this grand play?
If coarse bread and cool water be,
Drink, brother, and be free.
He, the Giver, decrees the way.

The wealth of land, the children's core,
Hold fast your tune, forevermore.
Let truth be spoken, bold and clear,
Our days will pass, with hope held near.
And though our lives may ebb and flow,
A brighter dawn, the world will know.
He, the Giver, decrees the way.
What is ours, in this grand play?
If coarse bread and cool water be,
Drink, brother, and be free.
He, the Giver, decrees the way.