ek dhakka aur de, saare dhage tod de
pine ke paani me zeher ki naali chhod de
itna bhi jo kar na sake to phir kahe ka guda
teri khal me renge kide, tu sachcha behooda
tu sachcha behooda
jiski kismat me hai hari sharte, tu pakka behooda
jiski niyat lage fafund ki parte, tu aisa behooda
tera khoon hai sau me nabbe kala, tu aisa behooda
tune nakhuno se foda chhala chhala behooda
behooda, tu aisa behooda

ek dhakka aur de, saare dhage tod de
pine ke paani me zeher ki naali chhod de
apne hi aksh ki, aa gardan tu ghot de
chaar din ke chehare pe kaali raate pot de
dur dur tak koi na rishta, tu hai itna sukha
teri khal me renge kide, tu sachcha behooda
tu sachcha behooda
jiski kismat me hai hari sharte, tu pakka behooda
jiski niyat lage fafund ki parte, tu aisa behooda
tera khoon hai sau me nabbe kala, tu aisa behooda
tune nakhuno se foda chhala chhala behooda
behooda, tu sachcha behooda behooda

Give one more push, sever every thread,
Let poison’s stream in the drinking well be spread.
If even this you cannot do, then what’s your worth?
In your skin, worms crawl, a vile earth.
A vile earth.
Whose fate is loss, your wager's cursed, you’re surely vile,
Whose intentions bloom with fungal, hateful style, you’re vile,
Your blood is ninety black in every hundred, you are vile,
With your nails, you burst the blister, blistered, vile,
Vile, you are so vile.

Give one more push, sever every thread,
Let poison’s stream in the drinking well be spread.
Twist your own axis, strangle the throat,
Smear the four-day face with nights remote.
No kinship far or near, so arid is your soul,
In your skin, worms crawl, a vile whole.
A vile whole.
Whose fate is loss, your wager's cursed, you’re surely vile,
Whose intentions bloom with fungal, hateful style, you’re vile,
Your blood is ninety black in every hundred, you are vile,
With your nails, you burst the blister, blistered, vile,
Vile, you are truly, truly vile.