are dum dum jimo re bhaiya dang hudang machi more bhaiya
yu pisat bhang yu pisat bhang bolo sang sang bam bam bhole
damru tal me bhola bam bola bam hola he har har gange
har har gange mahadev shiv shankar bhole nath ki jai
are teri to tambaku khatam ho gaya
tambaku ke khet me angur uge hai
or gadhe ke sar pe sing, kaljug hai

bolo ji lala jhuthe ka ho bolbala
bolo ji lala jhuthe ka ho bolbala
kya kar rahe ho bhaiya
chor huchakke wala chappe
chor huchakke wala chappe
sachu tode tala dekho ji lala dunia ka rang nirala
dekho ji lala dunia ka rang nirala
dekho ji lala dunia ka rang nirala

thokar khawe aankho wale andhe rah dikhawe
thokar khawe aankho wale andhe rah dikhawe
bache insa bukhe marte budhe mauj udaye
bache insa bukhe marte budhe mauj udaye
mauje hai bhaiya unki jinka
mauje hai bhaiya unki jinka na ghata na aala
dekho ji lala dunia ka rang nirala
dekho ji lala dunia ka rang nirala
dekho ji lala dunia ka rang nirala
tambaku nahi hai kaise kategi sari rat re
tambaku nahi hai kaise kategi sari rat re
dekho ji lala dunia ka rang nirala
dekho ji lala dunia ka rang nirala

kute ghume motar me or insa thokar khawe
kute ghume motar me or insa thokar khawe
ullu karte mauj mahal me gadhe fudakke khawe
ullu karte mauj mahal me gadhe fudakke khawe
mehnat karke taras raha
mehnat karke taras raha mehnat ka karde bhala
dekho ji lala dunia ka rang nirala
dekho ji lala dunia ka rang nirala
dekho ji lala dunia ka rang nirala
tambaku nahi hai kaise kategi sari rat re
tambaku nahi hai kaise kategi sari rat re
dekho ji lala dunia ka rang nirala
dekho ji lala dunia ka rang nirala

salo kheti badi karte pet nahi bhar pate
salo kheti badi karte pet nahi bhar pate
lakho pet bharne wale khud bhukhe mar jate
lakho pet bharne wale khud bhukhe mar jate
kare langoti wala kheti
kare langoti wala kheti gate padi mahal
tambaku nahi hai kaise kategi sari rat re
tambaku nahi hai kaise kategi sari rat re
haye re budhe se pad gaya pala
haye re budhe se pad gaya pala
dekho ji lala dunia ka rang nirala
dekho ji lala dunia ka rang nirala

The drums beat, brothers, a riot of glee,
Lost in the dance, my brothers, wild and free.
Grinding the bhang, grinding the bhang, we chant as one,
"Bom Bom Bhole!" echoes, 'til the day is done.

In the Damaru's rhythm, Shiva's call,
"Bom Bom Bhole!" we give our all.
"Har Har Gange!" the Ganges flows,
To Shiva, the great, our spirit goes.

"Oh, your tobacco's gone, alas, it seems?
In tobacco fields, now, grow grape-filled dreams!
And on the donkey's head, a horn appears,
This age of darkness, it drowns in tears."

"Speak, O Lalla, of the false and grand!
Speak, O Lalla, across the land!
What are you doing, brother, tell me true?"
Thieves and rogues, in shadows they brew.
"Thieves and rogues, in the shadows they hide"
Breaking locks, with nothing to confide.
"Behold, O Lalla, the world's strange hue!
Behold, O Lalla, it's not what it seems to you!
Behold, O Lalla, this world anew!"

Those with eyes stumble, the blind lead the way,
Children of man, in hunger, they decay.
The old ones revel, their pleasures they seize,
The joyful ones, they are at ease.
Whose fortune's never low,
Who never feel the blow,
"Behold, O Lalla, the world's strange hue!
Behold, O Lalla, it's not what it seems to you!
Behold, O Lalla, this world anew!"
No tobacco now, how will the night now be?
No tobacco now, how will the night now be?
"Behold, O Lalla, the world's strange hue!
Behold, O Lalla, it's not what it seems to you!"

Dogs ride in motors, while humans must tread,
Owls in mansions, their pleasures they spread.
Donkeys are leaping, in palaces they play,
The hard-working ones, they can't get any day.
Who toils with might and main,
But finds no easing of the pain.
"Behold, O Lalla, the world's strange hue!
Behold, O Lalla, it's not what it seems to you!
Behold, O Lalla, this world anew!"
No tobacco now, how will the night now be?
No tobacco now, how will the night now be?
"Behold, O Lalla, the world's strange hue!
Behold, O Lalla, it's not what it seems to you!"

Years spent in farming, yet bellies remain,
Millions of bellies, in hunger and pain.
They starve and they suffer, they struggle and groan,
While the loincloth-clad, they reap what they have sown.
"No tobacco now, how will the night now be?
No tobacco now, how will the night now be?
Alas! I fell, into the clutches of the old,
Alas! I fell, into their cold.
"Behold, O Lalla, the world's strange hue!
Behold, O Lalla, it's not what it seems to you!"