khusamad hai dunia me aala
khusamad ka hai bolbala
khusamad na ki jisne dunia me rahkar
niklega uska diwala
khusamad bhaai khusamad
khusamad hai dunia me aala
khusamad ka hai bolbala
khusamad na ki jisne dunia me rahkar
niklega uska diwala

karobari ho ya sarkari
har daftar me ye bimari
karobari ho ya sarkari
har daftar me ye bimari
jara chuke to ho jara chuke to
khusamad ka hai bolbala
khusamad na ki jisne dunia me rahkar
niklega uska diwala

kahe malik to gardan hila do
ha ji ha, ha ji ha, ha ji ha
kahe malik to gardan hila do
din ko tare bhi gin ke dikha do
rup ka rang bata do kala
khusamad ka hai bolbala
khusamad na ki jisne dunia me rahkar
niklega uska diwala

khusamad se abba bhi raji
or khusamad se jurwa bhi razi
or khusamad se jurwa bhi razi
kabhi ghar me na
kabhi ghar me na hoga ghotala
khusamad ka hai bolbala
khusamad na ki jisne dunia me rahkar
niklega uska diwala

sach jo bole to khaoge dande
ki khusamad parathe aur ande
sach jo bole to khaoge dande
ki khusamad parathe aur ande
sar sarata milega niwala
khusamad ka hai bolbala
khusamad na ki jisne dunia me rahkar
niklega uska diwala
khusamad na ki jisne dunia me rahkar
niklega uska diwala

Flattery, the world's high art,
Flattery, the reigning heart.
He who, in this world's embrace,
Refuses flattery's grace,
Will face ruin's bitter start.
Flattery, oh, flattery's call,
Flattery, embracing all.
He who, in this world's domain,
Rejects this sycophantic rain,
Will surely stumble and fall.

Be it business, be it state,
This sickness seals each office's fate.
Be it business, be it state,
This sickness seals each office's fate.
A slip, a misstep's sting,
Flattery's power will swing.
He who, in this world's hold,
Rejects the story that is told,
Will find his spirit take wing.

If the master speaks, then nod and bow,
Yes, sir, yes, sir, here and now.
If the master speaks, then nod and bow,
Count stars at noon, and then avow.
Tell black is the fairest hue,
Flattery's sweet lies accrue.
He who, in this world's sphere,
Rejects the whispers in the ear,
Will taste the bitter dew.

Through flattery, the father's pleased,
Through flattery, all are appeased.
Through flattery, all are appeased.
No chaos will then be found,
Flattery's victory crowned.
He who, in this world's space,
Refuses flattery's embrace,
Will leave the solid ground.

Speak the truth, and you'll be beat,
Flattery brings forth a feast.
Speak the truth, and you'll be beat,
Flattery brings forth a treat.
The softest morsel will be found,
Flattery's echo resounds.
He who, in this world's tide,
Refuses the falsehood to confide,
Will find his ruin unbound.
He who, in this world's game,
Refuses flattery's claim,
Will face destruction's sound.