na biwi na bacha na bap bada na maiya
the whole thing is that ke bhaiya sabse bada rupaiya
na biwi na bacha na bap bada na maiya
the whole thing is that ke bhaiya sabse bada rupaiya

bin rupaiya to mistar teri mummy ka pyar
jo paida karta tujhe to kabhi na kar sakta mere yar
doctor laut jata fee na milti agar
tu maa ke pote ke andar pada hi rah jata har bar
kyu kiya jisne paida wo ishwar hai na maiya
the whole thing is that ke bhaiya sabse bada rupaiya

hath khali agar tu mar gaya meri jan
na jamin tujhko chuyegi na dharti hi degi maan
had ye hai mere bhai ye khudao ka ghar
teri daulat ne banaya to hue khush allah bhagwan
tu is dunia ki khatir jode ja aana payya
the whole thing is that ke bhaiya sabse bada rupaiya
sabse bada rupaiya, sabse bada rupaiya
sabse bada rupaiya, sabse bada rupaiya

ek leader ko dekho he is looking for very grand
udata firta dinner hai in the hotel sun and san
uske ladke ki shadi dekhe ja ye na puch
kahan se aaya ye hathi form various english van
aaj kaha ka nation kahe ki dharti maiya
the whole thing is that ke bhaiya sabse bada rupaiya
na biwi na bacha na bap bada na maiya
the whole thing is that ke bhaiya sabse bada rupaiya
once more
na biwi na bacha na bap bada na maiya
the whole thing is that ke bhaiya sabse bada rupaiya
sabse bada rupaiya, sabse bada rupaiya
sabse bada rupaiya, sabse bada rupaiya

No wife, no child, no father's towering name, no mother's embrace,
The whole truth, brother, is that fortune holds the highest place.
No wife, no child, no father's looming stature, no mother's claim,
The whole truth, brother, is that fortune is the only game.

Without wealth, my friend, even your mother's love might fade,
She who birthed you, my dear, might have refused your stay.
The doctor turns away, no fees received, it is true,
You'd languish in her womb, forever overdue.
Why was the divine creator and the mother of your soul,
The whole truth, brother, is that fortune makes you whole.

If you die empty-handed, my beloved, hear my plea,
No earth will welcome you, no honor will be free.
The irony, my friend, is that even gods reside,
And if fortune’s not with you, Allah's grace will hide.
For this world's fleeting pleasures, gather coins, my dear,
The whole truth, brother, is that fortune conquers fear.
The greatest wealth, the greatest wealth,
The greatest wealth, the greatest wealth.

Behold a leader, seeking grandeur's light,
He feasts in hotels, day and night.
Observe his son's lavish wedding, ask not,
Where did this opulence arrive, from various vans and dot?
Where is the nation, where is the motherland?
The whole truth, brother, is that fortune is the grand.
No wife, no child, no father's eminence, no mother's face,
The whole truth, brother, is that fortune sets the pace.
Once more, the truth, so clear,
No wife, no child, no father, no mother to hold dear,
The whole truth, brother, is that fortune is the ultimate cheer.
The greatest wealth, the greatest wealth,
The greatest wealth, the greatest wealth.