inhi logo ne inhi logo ne inhi logo ne inhi logo ne
inhi logo ne le lina dupatta mera
inhi logo ne le lina dupatta mera
inhi logo ne le lina dupatta mera
inhi logo ne le lina dupatta mera

hamari na mano bajajava se puchho
hamari na mano sayyan bajajava se puchho
jisane, jisane asharafi gaz dina dupatta mera
hamari na mano ragrajava se puchho
hamari na mano sayyan ragrajava se puchho
jisane gulabi rang bina dupatta mera
jisane, jisane gulabi rang bina dupatta mera
inhi logo ne inhi logo ne
inhi logo ne le lina dupatta mera

hamari na mano sipahiya se puchho
hamari na mano sipahiya se puchho
hamari na mano sipahiya se puchho
aa hamari na mano, hamari na mano sipahiya se puchho
sipahiya se, sipahiya se puchho
jisane, jisane bajariya me chhina dupatta mera
jisane bajariya me chhina dupatta mera
inhi logo ne inhi logo ne inhi logo ne
inhi logo ne le lina dupatta mera
dupatta mera dupatta mera dupatta mera dupatta mera

These very hands, these very eyes,
These very souls, beneath these skies,
They stole the veil, my sacred shroud,
They took the cloth, I was endowed.

If not my word, then ask the weaver,
If not my truth, the truth believer,
Who wove the threads, a golden plea,
Who gave the silk, to shelter me.

Or ask the dyer, bold and true,
If not my heart, then colors knew,
My husband, he who dyed with grace,
Who painted pink upon my face,
Who painted pink, and set it free,
These very hands, they took from me.

If not my plea, then ask the guard,
If not my sight, then understand,
My shield, my guard, with iron hand,
Who saw the theft, in market square,
Who stole my veil, beyond compare,
Who took the veil, in market's stare,
These very hands, that caused despair,
They stole the veil, my silent prayer,
My veil, my veil, my veil, my veil.