sikandar ne porus se ki thi ladayi
jo ki thi ladayi, to main kya karun
jo kaurav ne pandav se ki hathapayi
jo ki hathapayi, to main kya karun
sikandar ne porus se ki thi ladayi
jo ki thi ladayi, to main kya karun

jo p u t put hai, to b u t but hai
zamane ka dastur kitna ulat hai
jo p u t put hai, to b u t but hai
zamane ka dastur kitna ulat hai
paddhate hain sab, mujhko ulti padhayi
hai ulti padhayi, to main kya karun
sikandar ne porus se ki thi ladayi
jo ki thi ladayi, to main kya karun

hai zahil ghasita, magar khaye halwa
ye har roz lute, mithayi ka jalwa
hai zahil ghasita, magar khaye halwa
ye har roz lute, mithayi ka jalwa
ye dudh mein pani, milata hai bhai
na aye malayi, to main kya karun
sikandar ne porus se ki thi ladayi
jo ki thi ladayi, to main kya karun

ye b a hai lekin chalaye ye thhela
ye m a hai lekin ye beche karela
ye b a hai lekin chalaye ye thhela
ye m a hai lekin ye beche karela
agar tin din se ye bhukha hai bhai
jo bhukha hai bhai, to main kya karun
sikandar ne porus se ki thi ladayi
jo ki thi ladayi, to main kya karun

Alexander clashed with Porus, a battle's roar,
If they fought, what's left for me to do?
When Kauravas warred with Pandavas of yore,
If they warred, what path is mine to pursue?
Alexander clashed with Porus, a battle's roar,
If they fought, what's left for me to do?

"Put" sounds the same, yet "but" holds a different plea,
How twisted are the customs of destiny!
"Put" sounds the same, yet "but" holds a different plea,
How twisted are the customs of destiny!
They teach me wrong, a lesson turned askew,
If wrong is taught, what am I meant to do?
Alexander clashed with Porus, a battle's roar,
If they fought, what's left for me to do?

A fool devours, indulging in sweet delight,
He pillages daily, feasts on a sugary light.
A fool devours, indulging in sweet delight,
He pillages daily, feasts on a sugary light.
Milk is watered, a bitter, tainted brew,
If cream departs, what am I meant to do?
Alexander clashed with Porus, a battle's roar,
If they fought, what's left for me to do?

He holds a BA, yet pushes a cart of trade,
An MA graduate, selling bitter shade.
He holds a BA, yet pushes a cart of trade,
An MA graduate, selling bitter shade.
If hunger grips him, for three long days anew,
If hunger bites, what am I meant to do?
Alexander clashed with Porus, a battle's roar,
If they fought, what's left for me to do?