gulabi chode waliye
dil mod de, dil mod de
gulabi chode waliye
dil mod de, dil mod de
oye teri meri nayo nibhni meri heeriye
oye teri meri nayo nibhni
o dil mod de mera, dil mod de

sone diya mundra waliya
hath chhod de, hath chhod de
sone diya mundra waliya
hath chhod de, hath chhod de
oye teri meri nayo nibhni mere ranjhya
oye teri meri nayo nibhni
hath chhod de mera, hath chhod de
gulabi chode waliye
dil mod de, dil mod de

aate jate log mujhe dete hai salamiya
aate jate log mujhe dete hai salamiya
bank mere naam kare kitni akamiya
na hi koi bank mera
na hi meri motre
na hi koi bank mera
na hi meri motre
tujhe mere sath yunhi khani hongi thokre
tujhe mere sath yunhi khani hongi thokre
sone diya mundra waliya
hath chhod de, hath chhod de
gulabi chode waliye
dil mod de, dil mod de

dil deke tujhe ji ka rog pa liya
dil deke tujhe ji ka rog pa liya
jag sara bairi maine apna bana liya
tujhe afsos hai to le ja dil khade hai
tujhe afsos hai to le ja dil khade hai
tere jaise duniya me lakho pade hai
tere jaise duniya me lakho pade hai
gulabi chode waliye
dil mod de, dil mod de
sone diya mundra waliya
hath chhod de, hath chhod de

tujhe hai guman bada gori tere rup ka
tujhe hai guman bada gori tere rup ka
koi bhi bharosa nahi hota is rup ka
mujhe hai guman to ye jhutha to nahi hai
mujhe hai guman to ye jhutha to nahi hai
rup ka ye sath abhi chhua to nahi hai
rup ka ye sath abhi chhua to nahi hai
gulabi chode waliye
dil mod de, dil mod de
oye teri meri nayo nibhni meri heeriye
oye teri meri nayo nibhni
o dil mod de mera, dil mod de

sone diya mundra waliya
hath chhod de, hath chhod de
oye teri meri nayo nibhni mere ranjhya
oye teri meri nayo nibhni
hath chhod de mera, hath chhod de
gulabi chode waliye
dil mod de, dil mod de
sone diya mundra waliya
hath chhod de, hath chhod de

To the bangle-pinkened wrist,
Turn back the heart, turn back the heart.
To the bangle-pinkened wrist,
Turn back the heart, turn back the heart.
Oh, ours is a love that will not last, my Heer,
Oh, ours is a love that will not last,
Turn back my heart, turn back my heart.

To the golden earringed one,
Release the hand, release the hand.
To the golden earringed one,
Release the hand, release the hand.
Oh, ours is a love that will not last, my Ranjha,
Oh, ours is a love that will not last,
Release my hand, release the hand.
To the bangle-pinkened wrist,
Turn back the heart, turn back the heart.

Passing souls offer me their salutations,
Passing souls offer me their salutations.
The banks credit accounts to my name,
Yet no bank is mine, nor any motorcars.
With me, you shall only taste of hardship,
With me, you shall only taste of hardship.
To the golden earringed one, release the hand, release the hand,
To the bangle-pinkened wrist, turn back the heart, turn back the heart.

Giving you my heart, I embraced a life's ache,
The world, once mine, I made my foe.
If regret is yours, take back the heart I offer,
If regret is yours, take back the heart I offer,
For in this world, millions like you do exist.
To the bangle-pinkened wrist, turn back the heart, turn back the heart.
To the golden earringed one, release the hand, release the hand.

You hold pride in your fair form,
You hold pride in your fair form,
But upon such beauty, no reliance can be placed.
My pride, though, is not false,
The embrace of form has not yet ended.
To the bangle-pinkened wrist,
Turn back the heart, turn back the heart.
Oh, ours is a love that will not last, my Heer,
Oh, ours is a love that will not last,
Turn back my heart, turn back my heart.

To the golden earringed one,
Release the hand, release the hand.
Oh, ours is a love that will not last, my Ranjha,
Oh, ours is a love that will not last,
Release my hand, release the hand.
To the bangle-pinkened wrist,
Turn back the heart, turn back the heart.
To the golden earringed one,
Release the hand, release the hand.