kashi mathura haridhwar ke
sabhi dhurandhar pandit
arey pandit lotaraam se lad ke
ho gaye pal me khandit
bhul gaye ved ki vani
mar gayi unki nani
ho gaye pani pani
bolo re guru lotaraam ki
jai jai jai
jai lotaraam guru lotaraam
jai lotaraam guru lotaraam
jai lotaraam guru lotaraam

arey pandit ji mharo bhi hath dekho
arey bhag tu kya dikhlata
arey sun arey bhag tu kya dikhlata
bhag tera hai manda
byaaj ko pyaj samjh ke khata
bada hai tu ganda padega danda
futega tera anda
kuch kar le acha kahta hai
pandit sacha jina hai tujhe ek saal
daksina de do ji

kashi mathura haridhwar ke
sabhi dhurandhar pandit
arey pandit lotaraam se lad ke
ho gaye pal me khandit
bhul gaye ved kahani
mar gayi unki nani
ho gaye pani pani
bolo re bolo lotaraam ki
jai jai jai
jai lotaraam guru lotaraam
jai lotaraam guru lotaraam
jai lotaraam guru lotaraam

bolo pandit ji ab meri god bharegi kab
ha tera bhag hai beti kacha
tujhe hoga na bachi bacha
hoga na bacha tere
to ghar se nikal ja mere
ye hai tere liye lakshami
ye hai tere liye lakshami
sun murakh nadan
jis din is ko bacha hoga
jayega tu shamsan
baat ye paki teri kismat ki ye chakki
tu pooja iski kar le
charno me shish ko thar le
bin dan diye kaha jaye daksina de do ji

kashi mathura haridhwar ke
sabhi dhurandhar pandit
arey pandit lotaraam se lad ke
ho gaye pal me khandit
bhul gaye ved kahani
mar gayi unki nani
ho gaye pani pani
bolo re bolo lotaraam ki
jai jai jai
jai lotaraam guru lotaraam
jai lotaraam guru lotaraam
jai lotaraam guru lotaraam
jai lotaraam guru lotaraam

From Kashi's ghats, Mathura's lore, Haridwar's learned throng,
All pundits, of wisdom's core, met ruin ere long.
Against Pandit Lotaram they strove, with arrogance's might,
Shattered, their knowledge they'd disown, swallowed by the night.
Forgotten Vedas, their tales of old, their grandmothers now dust,
Reduced to water, stories told, in shame and distrust.
Sing aloud, the master's praise, a chorus ringing free:
"Glory, glory to Lotaram, for all eternity!"

Oh, wise one, read my palm's plea,
What fate does it decree?
Your fortune's path, a shadowed art,
A slow, declining start.
You mistake interest for a simple fare,
A dirty game you dare,
A beating's coming, a painful plight,
Your egg will crack, lost to the night.
Do good, I say, while time you have,
A truthful life, you must save.
One year you'll live, it is foretold,
Give offerings now, your story to be sold.

From Kashi's ghats, Mathura's lore, Haridwar's learned throng,
All pundits, of wisdom's core, met ruin ere long.
Against Pandit Lotaram they strove, with arrogance's might,
Shattered, their knowledge they'd disown, swallowed by the night.
Forgotten Vedas, their tales of old, their grandmothers now dust,
Reduced to water, stories told, in shame and distrust.
Sing aloud, the master's praise, a chorus ringing free:
"Glory, glory to Lotaram, for all eternity!"

"When will my womb bear fruit, oh wise?
My heart in longing cries."
Your destiny, a unripe seed,
No child shall you breed.
No child will grace your humble door,
Leave this house and nothing more.
Lakshmi, she is yours to claim,
Listen, heed this burning flame.
The day a child she shall bear,
To the cremation ground you'll fare.
This fate is sealed, the millstone grinds,
Worship her, your soul it binds.
Place your head at her feet with grace,
Without offerings, time you will waste.
Give offerings now, your story to be sold.

From Kashi's ghats, Mathura's lore, Haridwar's learned throng,
All pundits, of wisdom's core, met ruin ere long.
Against Pandit Lotaram they strove, with arrogance's might,
Shattered, their knowledge they'd disown, swallowed by the night.
Forgotten Vedas, their tales of old, their grandmothers now dust,
Reduced to water, stories told, in shame and distrust.
Sing aloud, the master's praise, a chorus ringing free:
"Glory, glory to Lotaram, for all eternity!"