masi ji masi ji
masi ji masi ji
bhag daud se aafat aayi
chaulapur ki lanat layi masi ji
ho dipression ki aisi high
makkhi dudh mein kare suicide masi ji
man ki ye uljhan bole one by one
fatte haal hai duniya sabka
bigadaa chaal chalan
o ho bakri dhunde dana dekho
paudha mange pani

masi ji ye duniya khincha tani
masi ji dila de daana pani
masi ji ye duniya khincha tani
masi ji dila de dana paani

pani mein machhali hai pyasi
hai ek chudail jaisi bati
bethak ke lalle ki ho shadi
tension banke nache barati
jamua bharti karde high
to goodluck kaise ho parjai
fati purani macchardani
zindagi hai din ki chor

mayusi bawarchi chhante bechega bartan
mann ki ye uljhan bole one by one
fatte haal hai duniya sabka
bigada chal chalan
o ho bakri dhundhe dana dekho
paudha mange pani

masi ji ye duniya khincha tani
masi ji dila de dana pani
masi ji ye duniya khincha tani
masi ji dila de dana pani
izzat ki dhajiya udai
life hai sautelii lugayi
muft ki cherity dikhayi
puchho na iski chalaaki
laga ji ghar mein aisa ghun
padi hai kismat peeke tun
hai jurra dari ischha dhari
jaisi nagin wali dor
dasti hai sare sapno ko
ye banke villan

mann ki ye uljhan bole one by one
fatte haal hai duniya sabka
bigadaa chaal chalan
o ho bakri dhundhe dana dekho
paudha mange pani

masi ji ye duniya khicha tani
masi ji dila de daana pani
masi ji ye duniya khicha tani
masi ji dila de dana pani

Auntie, Auntie, a whisper in the soul,
Auntie, Auntie, beyond control.
This frantic race, a storm released,
Brought forth the curse of Chowlapur, deceased.
Depression's grip, a towering height,
Like flies that drown in milk, lost to the night.
The heart's confusions, one by one they speak,
A tattered world, its morals weak.
The goat still seeks its grain, you see,
The seedling cries for water, desperately.

Auntie, this world, a tug-of-war so vast,
Auntie, bring forth sustenance that lasts.
Auntie, this world, a tug-of-war's embrace,
Auntie, bring forth sustenance and grace.

The fish, though in water, thirsts in pain,
A wick, a witch, consumed by flame.
The wedding of the local lad,
With worry as the dancing, anxious clad.
If Jamua's hired, the fortune's flown,
How can good luck be truly known?
A tattered net, a fragile screen,
Life, a thief, that steals the day's serene.

Despair's a chef, with bitter wares to sell,
The heart's confusions, one by one compel.
A tattered world, its morals fall,
The goat still seeks, beyond the wall.
The seedling cries for water's call.

Auntie, this world, a tug-of-war's harsh claim,
Auntie, bring forth sustenance, the same.
Auntie, this world, a tug-of-war's cruel art,
Auntie, bring forth solace to the heart.

Honor shattered, torn and frayed,
Life, a step-mother, betrayed.
Charity, a gift, without a cost,
Ask not of its guile, its soul is lost.
A termite's grip within the home,
Fate, intoxicated, starts to roam.
Desire, a serpent, coiled and sly,
A snake-like rope where dreams all die.
It bites, it poisons every dream,
A villain's plot, a ruthless scheme.

The heart's confusions, one by one they plead,
A tattered world, its needs exceed.
The goat still seeks, its hunger keen,
The seedling cries for water, to be seen.

Auntie, this world, a tug-of-war's despair,
Auntie, bring forth sustenance to share.
Auntie, this world, a tug-of-war's command,
Auntie, bring forth sustenance to the land.