ghunghat utha de parda hata de
man ke jharokhe se jaanch re
tohe piya milege
ghunghat utha de parda hata de
man ke jharokhe se jaanch re
tohe piya milege
piya milege tohe piya milege
piya milege tohe piya milege
aanchal se muh ko na dhaak re
tohe piya milege
ghunghat utha de parda hata de
man ke jharokhe se jhaank re
tohe piya milege

ye jag hai sachcha karmo kee devee
seva se meva milega ho bachcha
seva se meva milega
boond boond se jholee bharegee
man ka kamal bhee khilega
santo ke charanon ka leke sahaara
jeevan kee gaadee ko haank re
tohe piya milege
ghunghat utha de parda hata de
man ke jharokhe se jaanch re
tohe piya milege

haatho kee rekha kahatee hai teree
too hai piya kee lagan mein
haatho kee rekha kahatee hai teree
too hai piya kee lagan mein
jisake lie too bayaakul hai murkh
jisake lie jisake lie too bayaakul hai murkh
vo hai tere aangan mein
bhar bhar ke pi le too darjan ke pyaale
pyaasee najar se na too taak re
tohe piya milege
ghoonghat utha de parda hata de
man ke jharokhe se jhaank re
tohe piya milege

bolo haree har bolo haree har
har kee hai ye saaree maaya
bolo haree har bolo haree har
har kee hai ye saaree maaya
tan ka jo maalik
man ka jo maalik
kyon us se mukhada chhupaaya
bit na jaaye re teree umariya
ab to mila le too aankh re
tohe piya milege
ghunghat utha de parda hata de
man ke jharokhe se jaanch re
tohe piya milege

Unveil the veil, lift the shroud,
Peer from the windows of your soul.
There, your Beloved waits.
Unveil the veil, lift the shroud,
Peer from the windows of your soul.
There, your Beloved waits.

He will be found, your Beloved,
He will be found, your Beloved.
Do not hide your face with your veil,
There, your Beloved waits.
Unveil the veil, lift the shroud,
Peer from the windows of your soul.
There, your Beloved waits.

This world is real, a goddess of deeds,
Service will bring the fruits, O child.
Service will bring the fruits.
Drop by drop, your bowl will fill,
And the lotus of your heart will bloom.
Take the saints' feet as your support,
And steer the chariot of your life.
There, your Beloved waits.
Unveil the veil, lift the shroud,
Peer from the windows of your soul.
There, your Beloved waits.

The lines of your hand tell you,
You are in love with your Beloved.
The lines of your hand tell you,
You are in love with your Beloved.
The one you yearn for, O fool,
The one you yearn for,
Lives within your courtyard.
Drink deeply from the cups of a dozen,
Do not gaze with thirsty eyes.
There, your Beloved waits.
Unveil the veil, lift the shroud,
Peer from the windows of your soul.
There, your Beloved waits.

Chant Hari, chant Hari,
All is the illusion of Hari.
Chant Hari, chant Hari,
All is the illusion of Hari.
The master of the body,
The master of the mind,
Why do you hide your face from Him?
Do not let your life pass away,
Now, meet His gaze.
There, your Beloved waits.
Unveil the veil, lift the shroud,
Peer from the windows of your soul.
There, your Beloved waits.