jannat bhi yahi to jakham bhi yahi
upar wale ki lathi me awaz nahi
lut jayega meri jaan
roti kapda makan jindagi kar dega preshan
jeckpot

na dhua na jua ye lege hai dua
jisne iski kadar na jani
uska bura hua
mehnat thi jiske hath
kismat hai uske sath
phir kis kam ka sath sath jeckpot

dhundho to mile naukari ya chaukri
par jadu se bharti nahi koi khali tokri
samjhe baat jara akhir tu hai mard khara
dawa nahi hai dard tere liye jeckpot
jeckpot le lega sila jo sikwa gila
jiska hum pe vishwas hai usko sab kuchh mila

Paradise itself, the wound's embrace,
The silent rod of the heavens' grace.
My life, a target, they'll surely seize,
Bread, clothes, a home, life's cruel unease.
Jackpot.

No smoke, no gamble, only prayer's plea,
For those who fail to see its decree,
Their fate, a shadow, dark and deep.
To hands that toil, their fortune to keep,
Then what worth the Jackpot.

Seek, and you might find, a job, a bride,
But magic fills no empty stride.
Understand, you man of sturdy worth,
No cure for pain, Jackpot gives birth.
Jackpot will take the seal that secures,
To those who trust us, all that endures.