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Lyrics of Ghaplaa Hai, Ghapla Hai, Ghapla Hai Bhai - घपला है, घपला है, घपला है भाई
kem bau tabiyat pani kem che
kem chee mat bolo bhai scam chhe bolo
har bat me scam har bat me ghapla
kayug aya hai to likh hai nahi aya hai to likh do
pooja me bhi kam se kam ek ankh to khuli rakho
ghapla hai bhai ghapla hai bhai
ghapla hai bhai ghapla hai bhai
ghapla hai bhai ghapla hai bhai
ghapla hai bhai ghapla hai
hey ho chhod parjapat pakad puch ka ghapla hai
sadhu sant bhi dadi muchh ka ghapla hai
ate me ghpla hai bate me ghapla hai
ghapla hai bhai ghapla hai bhai
ghapla hai bhai ghapla hai bhai
ghapla hai bhai ghapla hai bhai
ghapla hai bhai ghapla hai
ate me ghpla ji bate me ghapla
rail me ghapla ji tel me ghapla
lic me bank me ghapla
jeep me ghapla tank me ghapla
lic me bank me ghapla
jeep me ghapla tank me ghapla
faujo ke buto se lekar banduko me ghapla hai
3 karor ke not bhare in sanduko me ghapla hai
poder foder bhai damodar ghapla hai
bhai bhatija parmit order ghapla hai
tale me ghapla hawale me ghapla
ghapla hai bhai ghapla hai bhai
ghapla hai bhai ghapla hai bhai
ghapla hai bhai ghapla hai bhai
ghapla hai bhai ghapla hai
dukane bechi to bik gaye sath governer
gaaye bhaish ka chara kha gaye ye mimister
dukane bechi to bik gaye sath governer
gaaye bhaish ka chara kha gaye ye mimister
adal badal kar dal badal badal kar ladte hai
are hath kahi or paw kahi par padte hai
adal badal kar dal badal badal kar ladte hai
are hath kahi or paw kahi par padte hai
dolar wolar bhai damodar ghapla hai
sara soch ke dekh sarasar ghapla hai
arji me ghapla hai marji me ghapla hai
ghapla hai bhai ghapla hai bhai
ghapla hai bhai ghapla hai bhai
ghapla hai bhai ghapla hai bhai
ghapla hai bhai ghapla hai
log bechare tin tin tare
kide or makode jaise log bechare
tin tin tare ghiste ghiste fat jate hai
juto jaise log bechare pairo me pahne jate hai
jalse or jhalluso me sangero se sile sipahi
vardi ke malbhuso me goli se jo fat jate
chithdo jaise fek diye jate hai sare
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Ghaplaa Hai, Ghapla Hai, Ghapla Hai Bhai
How fares the soul, the waters of your being?
"How are you?" - a lie, a scheme you are seeing.
In every breath, a fraud, a twisted deal,
If Kali Yuga's here, then write the word, reveal.
Even in prayer, keep one eye awake,
For fraud it is, for goodness' sake.
Fraud it is, my friend, the hidden blight,
Fraud it is, that steals the light.
Fraud it is, a shadow's hold,
Fraud it is, a story told.
Heave ho, leave prayer's facade, embrace the scam,
Even the holy beard wears the fraudulent glam.
In flour's deceit, in every path we tread,
Fraud it is, filling hearts with dread.
Fraud it is, a venomous seed,
Fraud it is, a hungry greed.
Fraud it is, a bitter taste,
Fraud it is, a world debased.
In flour's deceit, in every path we tread,
In rail's corruption, oil's poison spread.
In LIC's lies, in vehicles' plight,
In tanks and jeeps, a darkened night.
In LIC's lies, a shadowed game,
In tanks and jeeps, the blame the same.
From soldiers' boots to weapons' hold,
Three crore notes in coffers cold.
Podder, fodder, brother, Damodar's stain,
Nepotism's order, a corrupting reign.
In oil's deception, in sweetmeat's lie,
Fraud it is, beneath a watching sky.
Fraud it is, a serpent's hiss,
Fraud it is, a poisoned kiss.
Fraud it is, a venomous art,
Fraud it is, that tears the heart.
They sold the shops, the governor too,
Ministers feasted on the cattle's chew.
They sold the shops, the governor too,
Ministers feasted, their hunger grew.
They change their sides, their loyalties they bend,
Their hands are here, their feet elsewhere extend.
They change their sides, their loyalties they bend,
Their hands are here, their feet elsewhere extend.
Dollar, dollar, brother, Damodar's stain,
Reflect, and see the fraudulent reign.
In applications, in desires untrue,
Fraud it is, the bitter hue.
Fraud it is, a whispered fear,
Fraud it is, the falling tear.
Fraud it is, a twisted art,
Fraud it is, that tears the heart.
Poor souls, with stars of the lowest grade,
Like worms and insects, in shadows made.
They strive and toil, their spirits frayed,
Like worn-out shoes, their lives betrayed.
In pompous shows, where soldiers stand,
Sewn by the singers' hand.
In uniforms, they meet their fate,
Shot down, and cast away, too late.
This Poetic Translation, in English, has been provided mainly for those users who do not understand Hindi. This is a basic translation and could have minor mistakes. Thanks.
