maya ko maya mile kar kar lambe hath
tulsi das garib ki koi na puche bat
nirdhan ki dasha dekh ho nirdhan ki dasha dekh
dhanwano ke bhagwan
nirdhan ki dasha dekh ho nirdhan ki dasha dekh
jina to raha jina jina to rah jina
nahi marna bhi aasan
nirdhan ki dasha dekh ho nirdhan ki dasha dekh

naiya hai kinare pe
kinara nahi milta kinara nahi milta
nirdhan ko to aasnu bhi udhara nahi milta
udhara nahi milta
jab tera hi nirbal ko shara nahi milta
fir inpe daya kaise karega koi insan
o dhanwano ke bhagwan
o dhanwano ke bhagwan
nirdhan ki dasha dekh ho nirdhan ki dasha dekh

le dekh ye majdur chita ko hai taraste
nirdhan ke liye band hai marne ke bhi raste
nirdhan ke liye band hai marne ke bhi raste
haktu hai chita jalti hai chita man me
magar naina barste
anjan nahi fir bhi banta hai tu anjan
o dhanwano ke bhagwan
o dhanwano ke bhagwan
nirdhan ki dasha dekh

When love embraces love, arms outstretched and wide,
Tulsidas, the humble, finds no ear to confide.
Behold the poor, their plight a heavy toll,
Oh, Gods of the wealthy, weigh upon the soul!
Behold the poor, their plight a heavy toll,
To live is but a burden, a heavy weight to hold,
And dying is not easy to attain,
Behold the poor, their plight, a constant pain.

The boat is at the shore, yet shore remains unseen,
The poor man's tears, even these, are borrowed, it would seem.
When your own frail ones find no comfort near,
How can compassion touch the human sphere?
Oh, Gods of the wealthy, your judgment now begin,
Behold the poor, their plight, a constant pain.

See these laborers, longing for the pyre,
For the destitute, even death is denied.
For the destitute, even death is denied,
The funeral pyre, it burns within the heart,
But tears like rain, forever depart,
Though knowing all, you feign a blind eye,
Oh, Gods of the wealthy, let your mercy fly!
Oh, Gods of the wealthy, let your mercy fly!
Behold the poor, their plight.