hey ye duniya khel madari ka
chalaki ka hoshiyari ka
jivan ki bansi par
dukh ka damru dekho deta kaisi taal hai

bol madari kiske liye ye
beharupiye ka haal hai
papi pet ka sawal hai
ho papi pet ka sawal hai
roti se bach ke nikal jaye koi
jamane me kiski majal hai
sabka ek jaisa haal hai
hohoho papi pet ka sawal hai
roti se bach ke nikal jaye koi
jamane me kiski majal hai
sabka ek jaisa haal hai
hohoho papi pet ka sawal hai

are ae jmuari
aa gayi ustad
in logo ko dekhti hai ha dekh liya
apne desh ko chodd ke
risthe nate todd ke
apne desh ko chodd ke
risthe nate todd ke
dur desh ko aa gaye
log ganv se daud ke
dur desh ko aa gaye
log ganv se daud ke
hotel me khate hai
hotel me khate hai
sadko pe sote hai
marna jo ho hasptal hai
fir chale kyu nahi jate
papi pet ka sawal hai
hohoho papi pet ka sawal hai
roti se bach ke nikal jaye koi
jamane me kiski majal hai
sabka ek jaisa haal hai
papi pet ka sawal hai

ari ae jamunran bol madari
is bache ko dekhati hai
ha dekh rahi hu
ye bacha kangal ka
dudh chodte saal ka
ye bacha kangal ka
dudh chodd te saal ka
le aaya footpath jalwa roti dal ka
le aaya footpath jalwa roti dal ka
ye kal ka gandhi
ye kal ka gandhi
ye kal ka jawahar
magar aaj iska kya haal hai
aaj ki mat puch
papi pet ka sawal hai
hohoho papi pet ka sawal hai
roti se bach ke nikal jaye koi
jamane me kiski majal hai
sabka ek jaisa haal hai
hohoho papi pet ka sawal hai

Behold, the world, a conjurer's game,
Of cunning and of clever claim.
Upon life's flute, a sorrow's drum,
Beats out a rhythm, cold and numb.

Tell me, conjurer, for whom this guise?
This mimicry beneath the skies?
A sinner's belly, its demand,
A sinner's belly, across the land.
Who dares to flee from bread's dark call?
What strength can stand, to break the thrall?
All share the fate, the common plight,
The sinner's belly, day and night.
Who dares to flee from bread's dark call?
What strength can stand, to break the thrall?
All share the fate, the common plight,
The sinner's belly, day and night.

Oh, Jamuri, the master arrives!
She sees these souls, their fleeting lives.
Leaving their homelands, far behind,
Breaking all ties, of heart and mind.
Leaving their homelands, far behind,
Breaking all ties, of heart and mind.
To distant shores, they make their way,
From village paths, they run and stray.
In hotels they dine, a fleeting grace,
On cold pavements, they find their place.
If death should come, to hospitals they're bound,
Then why not leave this weary ground?
The sinner's belly, its demand,
The sinner's belly, across the land.
Who dares to flee from bread's dark call?
What strength can stand, to break the thrall?
All share the fate, the common plight,
The sinner's belly, day and night.

Ah, Jamuran, speak, conjurer's art,
Do you see this child, a broken heart?
I see him now, a pauper's seed,
Whose milky years, have passed indeed.
A pauper's seed, his milk years done,
To pavements brought, the bread and sun.
A pauper's seed, his milk years done,
To pavements brought, the bread and sun.
Tomorrow's Gandhi, in a shadowed space,
Tomorrow's Nehru, in this desolate place,
But what of today, what fate is sealed?
Ask not the day, the wound concealed.
The sinner's belly, its demand,
The sinner's belly, across the land.
Who dares to flee from bread's dark call?
What strength can stand, to break the thrall?
All share the fate, the common plight,
The sinner's belly, day and night.