but karun mai paalish
baabu, but karun mai paalish

tote kaa ye paalish meraa
har jutaa chamkaae
chhotaa motaa phataa puraanaa
sab ko nayaa banaae
gar jute par chamak na aae
kar do mujh par naalish

is paalish ki chamak niraali
taaro ko sharamaae
chamak damak ko jo bhi dekhe
man us kaa lalachaae
jute ko ye halakaa kar de
jaise sar ko maalish

I polish boots,
Oh, Master, I polish boots.

My polish, a parrot's sheen,
Brightens every shoe.
Small, worn, or torn and old,
Makes them new.
If no gleam appears,
Then, Master, complain to you.

This polish holds a dazzling light,
Embarrassing the stars.
Whoever beholds its shine and gleam,
Their heart desires near and far.
It lightens the heavy shoe,
Like a massage for the mind.