ab to hand me hand nahi
ab dil me bajta
ab dil me bajta band nahi
oh my dear o dear
tum badal gaye
tum pahle se husband nahi
ab to hand me
ab to hand me hand nahi
ye mera india hai
ye tera to england nahi
ye tera to england nahi
ab to hand me
ab to hand me hand nahi

yaha na hogi whiskey brandi
aur club ke dance
yaha na hogi whiskey brandi
aur club ke dance
yaha na hogi gittpitt gittpitt
aur nahi romance
yaha na hogi gittpitt gittpitt
aur nahi romance
yaha na hogi gittpitt gittpitt
aur nahi romance
maal judaane ka na milega
yaha koi ab chance
maal judaane ka na milega
yaha koi ab chance
daal diya afat me tune
daal diya afat me tune
afat ka koi end nahi
ab to hand me
ab to hand me hand nahi

ab laut chalo ab laut chalo
ghar ko o meri sister
hawa vatan ki lagte hi
badal gaye mister
badal gaye mister
tumhe bnaaye rakhne ko main
tumhe bnaaye rakhne ko main
kar sakta recommand nahi
ab to hand me
ab to hand me hand nahi
ho tum mere man ki kaati
main hu charano ki dasi
lo saawar ke in charano pe
mathura ho ya kashi
hath jodkar sath mera
ab na jana tum england nahi
ab na jana tum england nahi
ab to hand me
ab to hand me hand nahi
ab dil me bajta band nahi
oh my dear o dear
tum badal gaye
tum pahle se husband nahi
ab to hand me
ab to hand me hand nahi

No hands now, no, not clasped tight,
Only echoes in the heart's night.
No band plays now, within the soul,
Oh, my dear, oh, dear, you're not whole.
You have changed, it is true,
No longer husband, me and you.
No hands now, no, not intertwined,
This is my India, one of a kind.
This is not your England, cold and grand,
No hands now, no, not hand in hand.

No whiskey here, no brandy's gleam,
No pulsing clubs, a fevered dream.
No whispers soft, no stolen glance,
No fleeting, furtive, hurried dance.
No whispers soft, no stolen glance,
No fleeting, furtive, hurried dance.
No whispers soft, no stolen glance,
No chance to gather fleeting things,
No chance for worldly, shallow swings.
You've brought me trouble, deep and wide,
No end to this, where we now reside.
No hands now, no, not clasped with grace.

Turn back now, sister, turn and flee,
Go home, across the flowing sea.
The homeland's breath, it does ignite,
And Mr. changes, in its light.
He shifts and turns, his soul's desire,
To keep you near, I can't conspire.
No hands now, no, not meant to be,
You are the splinter of my mind.
I'm but a slave, forever bound.
At your feet, love, I will reside,
In Mathura's peace, or Kashi's pride.
Now, leave my hand, now, you must not roam,
To England's shores, you can't go home.
No hands now, no, not meant to be.
No band plays now, within my heart,
Oh, my dear, oh, dear, you depart.
You have changed, it is true,
No longer husband, me and you.
No hands now, no, not meant to be.