shaq nahi rupaye me paayi kaa
duniyaa hai naam safaayi kaa
shaq nahi rupaye me paayi kaa
duniyaa hai naam safaayi kaa

ye duniyaa, ye duniyaa heraa pheri hai
kabhi teri hai to kabhi meri hai
tudunaa tudunaa shur, kali kaligan shur
o o o baabuji, o baabuji, khel safaayi kaa
shaq nahi rupaye me paayi kaa
duniyaa hai naam safaayi kaa
shaq nahi rupaye me paayi kaa
duniyaa hai naam safaayi kaa

chatak chatak chatakaare lekar
sunane vaale mere taraane
muft baari ke gaye zamaane
jald nikaalo do do aane
o naa naa ek aanaa ham nahi maangataa
din hai ye mahagaayi kaa
shaq nahi rupaye me paayi kaa
duniyaa hai naam safaayi kaa
shaq nahi rupaye me paayi kaa
duniyaa hai naam safaayi kaa

dhan daulat ke matavaalo ki
har baat niraali hoti hai
har baat niraali hoti hai
baazaar me nikale divaalaa
par ghar me divaali hoti hai
par ghar me divaali hoti hai
hai ye bhi rag kamaayi kaa
shaq nahi rupaye me paayi kaa
duniyaa hai naam safaayi kaa
shaq nahi rupaye me paayi kaa
duniyaa hai naam safaayi kaa

Doubt whispers not in coin's small measure,
The world, a name of polished pleasure.
Doubt whispers not in coin's small measure,
The world, a name of polished pleasure.

This world, this world, a shifting trade,
Yours today, mine to be swayed.
Tum-duna tum-duna brave, a flower’s bloom, brave,
Oh, oh, oh, Master, oh Master, playing the game of pleasure.
Doubt whispers not in coin's small measure,
The world, a name of polished pleasure.
Doubt whispers not in coin's small measure,
The world, a name of polished pleasure.

With snaps and cracks, they come to hear,
My melodies, both far and near.
Gone are the days of free's embrace,
Quickly now, bring forth your trace.
Oh no, no, not a single coin we seek,
This is the day of rising price.
Doubt whispers not in coin's small measure,
The world, a name of polished pleasure.
Doubt whispers not in coin's small measure,
The world, a name of polished pleasure.

Of wealth and gold, the revelers' sway,
Each word they speak, a different way.
Each word they speak, a different way.
The market cries of ruin's call,
But in their homes, a festival.
But in their homes, a festival.
This is the hue of earning's art.
Doubt whispers not in coin's small measure,
The world, a name of polished pleasure.
Doubt whispers not in coin's small measure,
The world, a name of polished pleasure.