samne mere pani bharte bade bade kaviraz
are ek chota sa machar aya mujhse ladne aaj
machar bolta hai khatmal ke bache
na karu band tere chand ae thingu
ae thingu to mera naam nahi
na karu na karu tere chand ae thingu
ae thingu to mera naam nahi
kavita chhod re chal dodh lambu
ae lambu ye tera kaam nahi
kavita kavita chhod re chal dodh re lambu
ae lambu ye tera kaam nahi

yad kara dunga mai nani nani nani
yad kara dunga mai nani pani
jiski bhains usi ki lathi jiska ghoda usi ki kathi
nach na jane gara thi taka thik nach na jane angan teda
tu to hai mathura ka peda galiya dena baat hai gandi
ye kavita hai ya tukbandi
na du mai na du mai tod tere jodd thingu
ae thingu to mera naam nahi
kavita kavita chhod re chal dodh re lambu
ae lambu ye tera kaam nahi

ek to dela us pe khota ek to chota uspe mota
mai lekhak sansar chalau mai sainik talwar chalau aaja
are aaja nahi aaja sainik lekhak se na ladna
wah wah wah fir se padhna sainik lekhak se na ladna
bol gagan pe kitne tare aaj ginunga raat ko pyare
ye gori mujhpe hai marti lekin mujhse pyar hai karti
tu maali tere hath me khurpi tu maali tere hath me khurpi

khurpi tu teli tu teli tere sar pe kholu
nahi nahi nahi kafia nahi mila
kafia nahi mila to kya hua vaaajan se to marega
raat bhar anda pakaya vo bhi kacha rah gaya
mar gaye sayar magar ullu ka patha rah gaya
kal gulle lala the lala aaj pile padh gaye
aurto ke raaz me ye mard dile padh gaya
khili thi dhup har sim paani barasta tha
jab tu paida hua to teri ma roti thi aur bap hasta tha

Before me, poets of great renown,
Filling waters, a grand parade.
Yet, a gnat, so small, descends now,
To challenge me, unafraid.

The gnat, it speaks, "You offspring of the bedbug,
I'll not silence your rhymes, O Thingu, O Thingu!"
"Thingu is not my name, I'll not obey!
I'll not silence your rhymes, O Thingu!"

"Forget your verse, run, you lanky one,
This task is not for you, O Lumbu, not for you!"
"Forget your verse, run, you lanky one,
This task is not for you!"

I'll make you recall grandmother, grandmother,
I'll make you remember water, water, water.
Whose buffalo, his staff; whose horse, his saddle.
He knows not to dance, he calls the ground crooked.
You are a sweet from Mathura,
To curse is a foul way to speak.
Is this poetry, or mere rhyming?
I'll not break your structure, O Thingu!
"Thingu is not my name, I'll not obey!
"Forget your verse, run, you lanky one,
This task is not for you!"

One stone, flawed at its core,
One tiny, yet puffed up and stout.
I, the writer, guide the world,
I, the soldier, wield my blade, come forth!
Come forth, no, do not come,
Soldiers shouldn't battle writers!
Applause! Read again!
Soldiers should not battle writers!
Tell me the stars in the heavens,
Tonight I'll count them, dear one.
Gauri fancies me,
But she loves me, truly.
You are the gardener, in your hand a spade,
You are the gardener, in your hand a spade.

The spade, you are the oil-man,
I'll open your skull,
No, no, no, the rhyme has failed.
If the rhyme has failed, what of it,
You will still be defeated by weight.
All night, an egg was cooked, and left raw.
The fox has died, but the fool remains.
Yesterday, the roses were red,
Today they are yellowed.
Into the women's secrets, this man has fallen.
The sun shone brightly, everywhere,
When you were born, your mother wept,
And your father laughed.