phenk dulati aur de bhaya
dharti pe aasmani kaaya
kaun hai bojha, kaun sawari
kiski bhi baari, kisne chalaya

aage sadak hai atpati
saarthi le phatphati
aage sadak hai atpati
saarthi le phatphati

o roj naya rup kar le dharan
jiski hai punji, uska hai vahan
getal class ka hai kewaiya
getal class ka hai kewaiya
mango jano ke sukh ka sadhan

bani kahani chatpati
sirf nahi ye phatphati
phatphati

Cast down, a loving hand, a brother's plea,
Sky's form descends upon the dust we see.
Who bears the weight, who rides with ease and grace?
Whose turn it was, who set the destined pace?

Ahead, the road, a crooked, winding way,
The charioteer, upon his noisy bay.
Ahead, the road, a crooked, winding track,
The charioteer, upon his noisy hack.

Each dawn, a form renewed, a fresh design,
The capital belongs to those who shine.
A gatekeeper of the gilded, chosen few,
A gatekeeper, for fortunes old and new,
The wellspring of delights for all, it's true.

A story spun, both vibrant, bright, and bold,
More than just this, this story to be told.
This hack.