chori chori vo mere pas aya
khidaki ke niche se mujhako bulaya
kahane laga chal mere sath rani
maine koi usaki bat na mani
phir usane puchha hafte ka kya program hai
milake bitayege kab ek sham to maine kaha
hmm karati hun mai to pyar sirf sunday ko
karati hun mai to pyar sirf sunday ko
tum karana mera intazar sirf sunday ko

monday ko mujhe bada kam hai, ik pal bhi na aram hai
magal budh ko mai kya kahun, mushkil badi gulafam hai
jummerat jumma phir bazar jaun
shanivar ko ghar mai der se aan
der se aan baba der se aan kyunki
karati hun mai ikarar sirf sunday ko
tum karana mera itazar sirf sunday ko

aise yahan roz milane me to mujhako maza nahi ae
ho jae na badanami kahi mera to ji ghabaraye
aise yahan roz milane me to mujhako maza nahi ae
ho jae na badanami kahi mera to ji ghabaraye
mana ke tu bekhyal hai, tera divano sa hal hai
tere mere darmiya, rahane de kuchh din ki duriya
ye bebasi meri jan le kyunki
karati hun mai didar sirf sunday ko
tum karana mera itazar sirf sunday ko

logo ki ankho se solah baras maine sambhali javani
kar dugi usake havale jo hoga mera dilajani
logo ki ankho se solah baras maine sambhali javani
kar dugi usake havale jo hoga mera dilajani
laega dola barat vo, le jaega mujhako sath vo
manugi na teri bat mai, hatho me dugi na hath mai
ja re ja kaha mera man le kyunki
karati hun ankhe char han sirf sunday ko
tum karana mera itazar sirf sunday ko

monday ko mujhe bada kam hai, ik pal bhi na aram hai
magal budh ko mai kya kahun, mushkil badi gulafam hai
jummerat jumma phir bazar jaun
shanivar ko ghar mai der se aan
der se aan baba der se aan kyunki
karati hun mai ikarar sirf sunday ko
tum karana mera itazar sirf sunday ko

He crept to me in shadows deep,
Beneath the window, secrets to keep.
He called to me, "Come, my queen, away!"
But I turned from him, and would not stay.
He asked, "What plans for the week ahead?"
"When shall we meet, when shall we wed?"
I answered, "My love blooms only on Sunday,
My heart's affections only on Sunday.
You must wait for me, and only on Sunday."

Monday's a whirlwind, work's harsh embrace,
No moment of rest in that hurried space.
Tuesday, Wednesday, a tangled plight,
Difficult days, shrouded in night.
Thursday, Friday, the market's call,
Saturday's return, when shadows fall.
Late I arrive, oh so late, you see,
For my heart's vow is only on Sunday,
You must wait for me, and only on Sunday.

To meet like this, each passing day,
Brings no joy, only fear to stay.
To meet like this, each passing day,
Brings no joy, only fear to stay.
You, carefree, lost in love's sweet art,
My distance from you tears at my heart.
Between us, distance has always been,
This helplessness is my burden to glean,
For my heart's vow is only on Sunday,
You must wait for me, and only on Sunday.

For sixteen years, I've guarded my youth,
From prying eyes, a sacred truth.
For sixteen years, I've guarded my youth,
From prying eyes, a sacred truth.
To him I'll surrender, my soul's desire,
To him I'll surrender, engulfed in fire.
He'll bring the procession, the wedding's call,
He'll take me away, embracing all.
I will not heed your words, I cannot see,
For in his eyes, I shall give my plea,
For I cast my gaze only on Sunday,
You must wait for me, and only on Sunday.

Monday's a whirlwind, work's harsh embrace,
No moment of rest in that hurried space.
Tuesday, Wednesday, a tangled plight,
Difficult days, shrouded in night.
Thursday, Friday, the market's call,
Saturday's return, when shadows fall.
Late I arrive, oh so late, you see,
For my heart's vow is only on Sunday,
You must wait for me, and only on Sunday.