jay bolo beman ki jay bolo
beman ki jay bolo
jay bolo beman ki jay bolo
beman ki jay bolo
na ijjat ki chinta
na fikr koi apman ki
jay bolo beman ki jay bolo
jay bolo beman ki jay bolo
na ijjat ki chinta
na fikr koi apman ki
jay bolo jay bolo beman ki

beman ke bina maatre hote akshar char
b-se badkari e - se ershya
ma- se bane makkar
n- se namak hrami samjho ho gaye pure char
char gunah mil jaye hota beman tyar
are usse aankh milaye kya himmat hai saitan ki
jay bolo beman ki jay bolo, bolo

bhola mukhda ujale kapade maqn hai kala kala
jiski daya se mandir chalte hai aabad shiwala
nit mandir me pooja karta deepak jala jala kar
khush karta bhagwan ko dekho dhanta baja baja kar
andar bhagwan ki jay ho or bahar beman ki
jay bolo beman ki jay bolo bolo jay bolo
beman ki

seth bhi asali pet bhi asali nakali mal banaye
uper asali lekin andar nakali ghi or chay
katleen ka badal ke number terelyeen banaye
ya bemani tera aasara bol ke luta jaye
are apne desh ka kapda
or lagi hai muhar japan ki
jay bolo beman ki

vrandawan ke hum sanyasi kam hai chalte rahna
mauka hai takdir banalo hath na machte rahna
hath ki chudi pav ki payal ya ho gale ka gahna
mar ke mantar duguna kar de
mane agar tu kahna do din pichhe kholo lila
dekho bhagwan ki
jay bolo bhagwan ki jay bolo
jay bolo beman ki jay bolo
bhagwan ki jay bolo

puri sit par jatajut sang hai maharaz padhare
chimta charas chilam or chele
sath sath hai sare
tikte lekar bhi gadi men khade sharif bechare
or ye dekho bhagwan ke chamche pade hain pav pasare
bina tikat yatra karte dekho tirth sthan ki
jay bolo beman ki

Praise the rogue, hail the rogue,
Praise the rogue, hail the rogue.
No care for honor,
No fear of disgrace,
Praise the rogue, hail the rogue.
Praise the rogue, hail the rogue.
No care for honor,
No fear of disgrace,
Praise, hail the rogue.

Without the rogue, words are but four,
B for betrayal, E for envy's core,
M for the deceiver, M for the liar's door,
N for the traitor, understand these four.
Four sins combine, the rogue is born,
Dare the devil meet his gaze, forlorn?
Praise the rogue, hail the rogue, speak!

A face of innocence, garments bright, a heart so black,
By whose grace temples flourish, by whose path the shrines track.
Each day they worship, lighting lamps anew,
To appease their god, the bells ring true.
Inside, they hail the divine, outside, the rogue's decree,
Praise the rogue, hail the rogue, speak, praise the rogue,
The rogue's the key.

The merchant's real, the stomach's real, yet false goods they create,
Authentic on the surface, within, false ghee and fate.
Changing the labels, from cotton to synthetic art,
Deceit their refuge, as they plunder the heart.
Our nation's cloth, yet stamped with Japan's mark,
Praise the rogue!

The saints of Vrindavan, our work is in constant motion,
Opportunity beckons, seize your fortune, cease the commotion.
Bangles on the wrist, anklets that chime, jewels upon the neck,
With incantations, double the riches, if you heed my beck.
Two days later, witness the play, the divine game,
Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!
Praise the rogue, hail the rogue,
Praise the Lord!

The matted hair, the guru arrives, a presence so grand,
Tongs, charas, chillum, and disciples, a devoted band.
Tickets in hand, the honest ones stand, the righteous are caught,
While the disciples of the divine, their paths are easily bought.
Without a ticket, they journey, to the sacred land,
Praise the rogue!