sitam bekaso pe, ye kya ho raha hain
aa aa aa aa
data o data o data
mata o mata o mata
sitam bekaso pe, ye kya ho raha hain
sitam bekaso pe, ye kya ho raha hain
bata mere maliq kaha so raha hain
data o data o data
mata o mata o mata

garibon ke ijjat pe, padate hain danke
garibon ke ijjat pe, padate hain danke
mila kya tujhe, aisi duniya bana ke
garibo ka dushman, jaha ho raha hain
bata mere maliq kaha so raha hain
data o data o data
mata o mata o mata

jara aasman se utar ke to aaja
jara aasman se utar ke to aaja
dikhau tujhe tere jag ka tamasha
koi hans raha hain, koi ro raha hai
bata mere maliq kaha so raha hain

garibon ke gardan, amiron ke fande
garibon ke gardan, amiron ke fande
bagawat na kar de kahi tere bande
khudai pe tere subah ho raha hain
bata mere maliq kaha so raha hain
data o data o data
mata o mata o mata

Ah, the helpless, what torment unfolds?
A-ah, a-ah, a-ah
Giver, O Giver, O Giver,
Mother, O Mother, O Mother,
Upon the helpless, what torment unfolds?
Upon the helpless, what torment unfolds?
Tell me, my Master, where do you sleep?
Giver, O Giver, O Giver,
Mother, O Mother, O Mother.

On the poor, their honor, raids descend,
On the poor, their honor, raids descend.
What did you gain, creating such a world?
The poor's enemy, the world has become,
Tell me, my Master, where do you sleep?
Giver, O Giver, O Giver,
Mother, O Mother, O Mother.

Just descend from the heavens, come down,
Just descend from the heavens, come down,
I'll show you the spectacle of your world,
Some laugh, some weep and mourn,
Tell me, my Master, where do you sleep?

The poor's necks, in the rich's snare,
The poor's necks, in the rich's snare,
Lest your servants, revolt and dare,
Upon your very godhood, morning breaks,
Tell me, my Master, where do you sleep?
Giver, O Giver, O Giver,
Mother, O Mother, O Mother.