ye lo mai layi suyiya chaku kainchi chhuriya
aayi kabul se yaha lo mai layi suyiya
ye kainchiya to katregi muchhe jawan ki
ye kainchiya to katregi muchhe jawan ki
aur dil me chhed kar degi suyiya zuban ki
ye lo mai layi suyiya chaku kainchi chhuriya

ye hai sudeshi bhakat inki shan dekhiye
ye hai sudeshi bhakat inki shan dekhiye
khaddar ke niche reshmi baniyan dekhiye
lo mai layi suyiya chaku kainchi chhuriya
o seth ji kya ho gaya kyu kar udas hai
o seth ji kya ho gaya kyu kar udas hai
diwaliye hai aap par paise to pas hai
lo mai layi suyiya chaku kainchi chhuriya
aayi kabul se yaha lo mai layi suyiya
ye vaid ji sab rog ek pudiya se bhagate
ye vaid ji sab rog ek pudiya se bhagate
badhti huyi aabadi ko duniya se uthate
lo mai layi suyiya chaku kainchi chhuriya

tabiz deke sabko banate ho tum amir
tabiz deke sabko banate ho tum amiraye bhai aye bhai
kyu tum apni banate nahi takdir
lo mai layi suyiya chaku kainchi chhuriya
parwah nahi ye class me na pas ho gaye
parwah nahi ye class me na pas ho gaye
sigret pine me to ye ustad ho gaye
lo mai layi suyiya chaku kainchi chhuriya
aayi kabul se yaha lo mai layi suyiya

kisne kaha paruhivishan na kamyab hai
kisne kaha paruhivishan na kamyab hai
chupi hai ganga jal ki par andar sharab hai
lo mai layi suyiya chaku kainchi chhuriya
hadtal kara ke leader ji to dur ho gaye
hadtal kara ke leader ji to dur ho gaye
kya gam mare majdur wo meshur ho gaye
lo mai layi suyiya chaku kainchi chhuriya
aayi kabul se yaha lo mai layi suyiya

Behold, I bring you needles, knives, scissors, blades,
From Kabul's heart, these tools I've made.
These scissors will shear the young man's pride,
These scissors will shear the young man's pride,
While needles pierce the tongue, where truths reside.
Behold, I bring you needles, knives, scissors, blades.

See the Swadeshi zealot, his grandeur displayed,
See the Swadeshi zealot, his grandeur displayed,
Beneath his khadi, silken vests are laid.
Behold, I bring you needles, knives, scissors, blades.
Oh, Merchant, why the sorrow, the mournful air?
Oh, Merchant, why the sorrow, the mournful air?
Bankrupt you are, yet wealth you still bear.
Behold, I bring you needles, knives, scissors, blades.
From Kabul's heart, these tools I've made.

Here are the healers, with potions so bold,
Here are the healers, with potions so bold,
They banish disease, the story's told,
And lift the rising tide from the world.
Behold, I bring you needles, knives, scissors, blades.

With amulets you promise wealth untold,
With amulets you promise wealth untold,
But why not craft your destiny, brave and bold?
Behold, I bring you needles, knives, scissors, blades.
Don't fret if failing grades you must endure,
Don't fret if failing grades you must endure,
In smoking, they've become masters, for sure.
Behold, I bring you needles, knives, scissors, blades.
From Kabul's heart, these tools I've made.

Who says the pariah's path is lost and gone?
Who says the pariah's path is lost and gone?
Beneath the Ganges' waters, a hidden potion flows on.
Behold, I bring you needles, knives, scissors, blades.
The leader stirred the strike, then vanished far away,
The leader stirred the strike, then vanished far away,
My laborers now famous, for all to see, to say.
Behold, I bring you needles, knives, scissors, blades.
From Kabul's heart, these tools I've made.