jo sarmayega wo pachtayega
jo ghabrayega mujhe kya payega
himmat wala meri doli le jayega
himmat wala meri doli le jayega
jo sarmayega wo pachtayega
jo ghabrayega mujhe kya payega
himmat wala meri doli le jayega
himmat wala meri doli le jayega

jitni hai meri sakhiya, rakhe na jo un par ankhiya
aa jaye jo kabhi padosan
to kare na hanskar batiya
meri hi tarif kare, jo ek mujhe hi sarahe
jo ek mujhe hi dekhe
din rat mujhe hi chahe, chahatwala
chahatwala meri doli le jayega
chahatwala meri doli le jayega

main chhod ke bangla kothi
ek kholi me rah lungi
dildar ke sang ek sadi, ek choli me rah lungi
na chahu daulat wala na chahu soharat wala
chahe gora ho ya kala, lekin wo ho dilwala
dilwala haye
dilwala meri doli le jayega
dilwala meri doli le jayega

de sake jo mujhe taslli
jo sajna sawrana jane
rahe sher samne sabke
par mujhse wo darna jane
mera hi dam bhare jo
hardam mujhpar marna jane
kuchh jane ya na jane, par ulfat karna jane
ho ulfatwala
ulfatwala meri doli le jayega
himmat wala meri doli le jayega

Who cowers, will later weep,
Who falters, me will never keep.
The brave alone, my palanquin shall bear,
The brave alone, my palanquin shall bear.
Who cowers, will later weep,
Who falters, me will never keep.
The brave alone, my palanquin shall bear,
The brave alone, my palanquin shall bear.

My friends, if he ignores their charms,
And should a neighbor cross his arms,
He greets her not with idle plea,
But only praises only me.
My beauty, let him only see,
And only me, eternally.
Day and night, my gaze will be,
The lover's heart will carry me.
My love will claim my palanquin and bear,
My love will claim my palanquin and bear.

Leaving mansions, grand and bold,
In a humble room, I'll be enfold.
With my love, a sari and a blouse,
In one simple dwelling, we will house.
No wealth I crave, nor fame's embrace,
Fair or dark, in form or face,
Only a heart, a loving space,
The heart will claim my dwelling place.
The loving heart will claim my palanquin and bear,
The loving heart will claim my palanquin and bear.

Who offers comfort to my soul,
And knows the art of making whole.
He stands as lion, bold and bright,
But fears for me with all his might.
He breathes my praise, his constant art,
And for me, will tear apart.
He may know little, in his core,
But knows to love and nothing more.
My love will claim my palanquin and bear,
The brave alone, my palanquin shall bear.