Kade main sharabi, kade ban javaan fakeer

Kade likhaan main shayari, kade likhaan taqdeer

Kade ban javaan sipahi, kade banaan wazir

Kade chakk lavaan kalam, kade chakkaan shamshir

Kade main momin, kade main kafir

Kade main manzil, musaafir

Kade main doshi, kade main haazir

Kade main qaatil, kade main naasir

Kade main bhola, kade main shaatir

Kade main anjaan, kade main maahir

Kade aam jiha main, kade main naadir

Kade main bebas, kade qaadir

Kade zakhmi ae rooh, kade zakhmi zameer

Ki jism azaad jaan qaid 'ch sareer?

Lok khojde ne heere, main labhda ae peer

Is jang de maidaan 'ch, main hi aan teer

Kismat meri kaali, jiwen massiya di raat

Kise ne aida likhia, koi hove Sukraat

Barsaat akhran di, jiwen hove man vich

Kannan 'ch sunda ae ik anhad raag...

Eh mitti da jism te mitti 'ch mil jaana

Meri raakh uttе laaya vi boota khill jaana

Jehda naaz ae saahan 'te, ohna nе ruk jaana

Kahaani da ae panna, hawa 'ch udd jaana

English Translation (Rap Flow)

Sometimes a drunkard, sometimes a saintly seer

Sometimes I write the poetry, sometimes the fate I steer

Sometimes I’m the soldier, sometimes the grand vizier

Sometimes I wield the pen, sometimes the blade I rear

Sometimes the believer, sometimes the soul wayward

Sometimes the destination, sometimes the journey forward

Sometimes I’m the culprit, sometimes the presence offered

Sometimes I’m the killer, sometimes the help that’s proffered

Sometimes I’m innocent, sometimes a cunning player

Sometimes a clueless novice, sometimes a master slayer

Sometimes I am common, sometimes a jewel so rare

Sometimes I am helpless, sometimes the power’s heir

Sometimes the soul is wounded, sometimes the inner mirror

Is the spirit truly free, or is the body held in fear?

While others hunt for diamonds, I seek a holy peer

On this field of battle, I’m the arrow flying clear

My fate is pitch black, like a moonless night’s gloom

Written with a wisdom like Socrates in the room

A rain of golden letters through my mind begins to boom

In my ears, I hear the echo of an eternal mystic tune...

This body made of clay will to the earth return

Even from my ashes, a new flower will learn to yearn

This pride in every breath will one day simply adjourn

Just a page of the story, in the wind it’s gone and turned