sat samundar par gae hain nana-jaan
dewon pariyon ka ek des hai singapore

singapore se jab aaenge
shishe ki goli laenge

nae nae kapde laenge
gend bhi ek kharbuze wali

jis mein
lal hare

pile
sab rang rahenge

lekin jab main sochta hun to
dar lagta hai

dew kahin nana se mere
sari chizen chhin na len

chhinenge to
hafiz-ji se kah dunga

hafiz-ji se sab darte hain