bada muskil hai daman bachana
mere piche pada hai jamana
bada muskil hai daman bachana
mere piche pada hai jamana
bhala kya kya karu mai bahana
mere piche pada hai jamana
bada muskil hai bada muskil hai daman bachana
mere piche pada hai jamana haye bada muskil hai

koi chunri bhare koi koi pakde kalai
koi kahe mohse karle sagai
koi kahe mohse karle sagai jan meri hai musibat me aayi
jau kaha ye batana mere piche pada hai jamana
bada muskil hai bada muskil hai daman bachana
mere piche pada hai jamana haye bada muskil hai

bade dil fek aashik hai ye aajkal ke
bade dil fek aashik hai ye aajkal ke
aate hai bhade ke kapde badal ke
aate hai bhade ke kapde badal ke
rahna hasino tum inse sambhal ke
chakkar me inke na aana mere piche pada hai jamana
bada muskil hai bada muskil hai daman bachana
mere piche pada hai jamana haye bada muskil hai

yar hai apna bade ghar ka raja
gori bat pate ki ye tujhko bata du
yar hai apna bade ghar ka raja
gori bat pate ki ye tujhko bata du
meri najar se najar jo milaye
to gori tujhe car bangla dila du
to gori tujhe car bangla dila du
mohabbat ke wade jp mujhse kare tu
to sone ke jhule me tujhko jhuladu
to sone ke jhule me tujhko jhuladu
ho gori ho gori to sone ke jhule me tujhko jhuladu
resam ki salwar dila du tujhko bangla car dila du
chand sitare tod ke ladu rang me tere bhang mila du
ek minute me band kara du mar ke ghusa dant gira du

To flee the world, a daunting task,
A chase unending, a shadowed mask.
To flee the world, so deep the plight,
A chase unending, day and night.
What guise to feign, what tales to weave?
This chasing world, I can't believe.
So hard it is, this heavy throng,
So hard to flee where I belong.
To flee the world, this endless chase,
A shadowed world, in time and space.

Some pluck my veil, some grasp my wrist,
Some offer vows, a poisoned tryst.
"Come, be mine," they softly plead,
My soul in peril, planting seed.
Where to I flee, to find my peace?
This chasing world will never cease.
So hard it is, this heavy throng,
To flee the world where I belong.

These modern lovers, hearts of stone,
In borrowed clothes, their seeds are sown.
In borrowed clothes, their game they play,
Fair maids, beware, and turn away.
Don't fall for them, their empty grace,
This chasing world, in time and space.
So hard it is, this heavy throng,
To flee the world where I belong.

My friend, a king of wealth and might,
Listen, fair one, heed my light:
My friend, a king, of fortune's keep,
A secret deep, that I will speak.
If you should meet his gaze so bold,
A mansion grand, your story told.
If love's sweet vows to me you make,
A golden swing, for your sweet sake.
A golden swing, your joy to keep,
Silken clothes, and treasures deep.
I'd bring the moon, and stars above,
With colours bright, of heady love.
I'd silence all, with angry blow,
And knock their teeth, and make them go.