ahha chiknak chiknak, ahha chiknak chiknak
rhanja miya chhaddo yaree, changi nahiho ishk bimaree
rhanja miya chhaddo yaree, ishkna chhadde kuchh bhee palle
ho gayee too balle balle, ho jayegee toh balle balle
ahha chiknak chiknak, ahha chiknak chiknak

chhadde bin matlab de ainve pangiya de vichpainna
ishk de chakkar devich neeend gavakee lainna
ho jave jo pyar toh palle kuchh naiu rainna
aankhiya ho jane char palle kuchh naiu rainna
hase tere kho jane ne rone be be kalle kalle
rone be be kalle kalle
ho gayee too balle balle, ho jayegee toh balle balle
ahha chiknak chiknak, ahha chiknak chiknak

do din hundee yaree magroo hasa hunda hai
kudia de layee pyar toh khel tamasha hunda hai
duja mil jaye yar toh phir ae nahee puchh de
bik jaye gharbar toh phir ae nahee puchh de
jandi baree key jande ne oke sajna challe challe
oke sajna challe challe
ho gayee too balle balle, ho jayegee toh balle balle
ahha chiknak chiknak, ahha chiknak chiknak
rhanja miya chhaddo yaree, changi nahiho ishk bimaree
rhanja miya chhaddo yaree, ishkna chhadde kuchh bhee palle
ho gayee too balle balle, ho jayegee toh balle balle
ahha chiknak chiknak, ahha chiknak chiknak

Ah, a lover's game, a lover's game,
Ranjha, forsake this love's decree,
A sickness born of passion's flame.
Ranjha, forsake this company,
For love leaves naught to hold and keep.
If won, then joy will softly weep,
If won, then joy will softly weep.
Ah, a lover's game, a lover's game.

Give up these tangled, aimless threads,
The needless knots that bind the soul.
In love's embrace, sleep softly fled,
And leaves you burdened, takes its toll.
When love's fire bursts, nothing remains,
Four eyes entwine, then nothing gains.
Laughter fades, you weep alone,
You weep alone.
If won, then joy will softly weep,
If won, then joy will softly weep.
Ah, a lover's game, a lover's game.

For a moment, friendship blooms, laughter's grace,
But love's a game, a playful chase,
For women, love's a fleeting show,
Another finds you, then they go.
They do not ask when homes are sold,
As lovers flee, their stories told.
They leave you then, oh, they depart,
They flee your heart.
If won, then joy will softly weep,
If won, then joy will softly weep.
Ah, a lover's game, a lover's game,
Ranjha, forsake this love's decree,
A sickness born of passion's flame.
Ranjha, forsake this company,
For love leaves naught to hold and keep.
If won, then joy will softly weep,
If won, then joy will softly weep.
Ah, a lover's game, a lover's game.