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Lyrics of Waah Re Waah Bhagwan Tune Kya Banaya Insaan (Hazar Hath Wale) - वाह रे वाह भगवान् तूने क्या बनाया इंसान (हज़ार हाथ वाले )
wah re wah bhagvan
banaya kya tune insan
is fareb ke putle se to
hai acha shaitan, hai acha shaitan
hazar hath wale, mandir pe dwar khule
aur tere muh pe tale, hazar hath wale
hazar hath wale, mandir ke dwar khule
aur tere muh pe tale, hazar hath wale
kisi ke ghar tu rim jhim barse
koi bund pani ko tarse
kisi ke ghar tu rim jhim barse
koi bund pani ko tarse
kahi bhare bhandaar dev ke
kahi roti ke laale
tere muh pe tale hazar hath wale
ek baar mukh khol bol
o mohan muraliya wale
tere muh pe tale hazar hath wale
hazar hath wale
mandir ke dwar khule
aur tere muh pe tale, hazar hath wale
sadhu sanyasi sansari
aaj bane lobhi vyavchari
daya dharam bhule nar nari
aaj pujari bane jugari
o teri murti ke sanmukh hi
hote karm kale
tere muh pe tale hazar hath wale
hazar hath wale
mandir ke dwar khule
aur tere muh pe tale, hazar hath wale
thag pandit ban kare aarti
bhagat mare tere bukhe
thag pandit ban kare aarti
bhagat mare tere bukhe
satay neeti par chalne wale
paye na tukde sukhe
satay neeti par chalne wale
paye na tukde sukhe
o moti ko di punji tune
dani ko diwaane
tere muh pe tale hazar hath wale
hazar hath wale
mandir ke dwar khule
aur tere muh pe tale, hazar hath wale
paise se teri pooja hove
mandir bahar bike parsaad
paise se teri pooja hove
mandir bahar bike parsaad
bina swarth koi is dunia me
kare na tujhko yad
o sacha sadhu payi na paye
dhogi ko dushale
tere muh pe tale hazar hath wale
hazar hath wale
mandir ke dwar khule
aur tere muh pe tale, hazar hath wale
naam hai tera deen dayalu
dukh harta sukh data
nam hai tera deen dayalu
dukh harta sukh data
kintu aaj kal tu bhi
shri manto ke bhog lagata
kintu aaj kal tu bhi
shri manto ke bhog lagata
bhojan kaise bhau shabd
tere geeta banane wale
tere muh pe tale hazar hath wale
hazar hath wale
mandir ke dwar khule
aur tere muh pe tale, hazar hath wale
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Waah Re Waah Bhagwan Tune Kya Banaya Insaan (Hazar Hath Wale)
Oh, Lord of Wonders!
What is this man You've made?
From this deceitful vessel,
Better the Devil, yes, the Devil.
A thousand hands, the temple doors swing wide,
Yet on Your lips, a lock, a thousand hands.
A thousand hands, the temple doors swing wide,
Yet on Your lips, a lock, a thousand hands.
On some, You shower, a gentle rain,
While others thirst for a single drop.
On some, You shower, a gentle rain,
While others thirst for a single drop.
Some have full granaries, filled by You,
While others starve, with empty plates.
On Your lips, a lock, a thousand hands.
Just once, open Your mouth and speak,
Oh Mohan, flute-playing one.
On Your lips, a lock, a thousand hands.
A thousand hands,
The temple doors swing wide,
Yet on Your lips, a lock, a thousand hands.
Saints, hermits, those of the world,
Now greedy, traders of the soul.
Mercy and dharma, forgotten by all,
Priests now gamblers, taking their toll.
Before Your idol, the darkest deeds,
Unfold in secret, hidden from view.
On Your lips, a lock, a thousand hands.
A thousand hands,
The temple doors swing wide,
Yet on Your lips, a lock, a thousand hands.
Thieves, scholars, perform Your aarti,
While devotees starve, their hunger deep.
Thieves, scholars, perform Your aarti,
While devotees starve, their hunger deep.
Those who follow truth and virtue,
Find not even a crust to keep.
To the wealthy, You give riches,
To the generous, You give madness.
On Your lips, a lock, a thousand hands.
A thousand hands,
The temple doors swing wide,
Yet on Your lips, a lock, a thousand hands.
With money, Your worship is bought,
And offerings are sold outside the gate.
With money, Your worship is bought,
And offerings are sold outside the gate.
Without self-interest, none in this world,
Remembers You, or seeks Your grace.
The true saint gains not even a crumb,
While the hypocrite is swathed in shawls.
On Your lips, a lock, a thousand hands.
A thousand hands,
The temple doors swing wide,
Yet on Your lips, a lock, a thousand hands.
Your name, Oh Merciful Lord,
Remover of sorrow, bestower of joy.
Your name, Oh Merciful Lord,
Remover of sorrow, bestower of joy.
But even You, these days,
Indulge the wealthy with Your offerings.
But even You, these days,
Indulge the wealthy with Your offerings.
How can words of devotion
Be found in Your Gita, oh Maker of all?
On Your lips, a lock, a thousand hands.
A thousand hands,
The temple doors swing wide,
Yet on Your lips, a lock, a thousand hands.
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.
