kabhi kabhi mere dil me sawal aata hai
agar duniya me sardar na hote to kya hota
sorry yaar duniya bekar bina son of sardar

duniya bekar duniya bekar
bina son of sardar bina son of sardar

patole patole means girls
means kudiya to hoti par punjabne na hoti
duniya ke ladko ki atma soni kudiyo ko tarasti
mirze na hote ranjhe na hote
to kaun karta kudiyo ko pyar
sorry yar duniya bekar bina son of sardar

kabhi kabhi mere dil me ye sawal aata hai
agar duniya me sardar na hote to kya hota
daru ki dukano pe pad jate tale
murge bhi sadko pe aiwe hi ghumte sale
emagine duniya without sarso bina sag
bina buttar bina lassi bina asi bina tusi
kaisi lagti duniya without colour of star
sorry yar duniya bekar bina son of sardar

kabhi kabhi mere dil me ye sawal aata hai
agar duniya me sardar na hote to kya hota
haram jada isme pyar hai jyada
sadi twadi eshi odhi dunia ko hamne sikhayi
is cola wari di ki bari to bad me aayi
galiyo ke bina kaise dikhate pyar
sorry yar duniya bekar bina son of sardar

kabhi kabhi mere dil me ye khyal aata hai
ye khyal jara bar bar aata hai
kaun jalata thande sino me aag
je na hote jaliya wale bag
bhakt jo hote par bhakat singh na hote
je guru na hote to guru govind singh na hote
je sardar na hote ho bhangra kaise pate
kaun lagata rukhe chehro pe hase
din to hote par na lagte tyohar
sorry yar duniya bekar bina son of sardar
haji sardar par jock to karna
par jocker mat samjhna
kyonki sardar ke dastar par hath uthayega
to sardar utha dega

Sometimes, a question stirs within my heart,
If Sardars were erased, where would the world start?
Sorry, friend, the world, devoid of Sardar's gleam, is bare.

The world is bare, the world is bare.
Without Sardar's sons, without their flair.

"Patole," they mean the girls,
"Kudiyan" would still be, in curls.
But Punjab's soul would be lost, its vibrant face,
Boys' souls would yearn, in a desolate space,
For the bright girls' beauty, a bittersweet chase.
No Mirzas, no Ranjhas, to sing of their love,
Who then would paint love, sent from above?
Sorry, friend, the world, devoid of Sardar's gleam, is bare.

Sometimes, a question stirs within my heart,
If Sardars were erased, where would the world start?
Liquor shops would shut, their doors forever sealed,
The chickens would roam, on the streets, unrevealed.
Imagine a world without mustard's gold,
Without saag's embrace, a story untold.
Without butter, without lassi's light,
Without "Assi" and "Tusi", dimming the night.
How would the world feel, without star's bright hue?
Sorry, friend, the world, devoid of Sardar's gleam, is true.

Sometimes, a question stirs within my heart,
If Sardars were erased, where would the world start?
"Haramzada" they are filled with love!
They taught the world how to wed, from above.
The "This is war" came later, the fight was won,
How would streets appear, without love's bright sun?
Sorry, friend, the world, devoid of Sardar's gleam, is gone.

Sometimes, the thought returns, again and again,
This thought keeps returning, and it causes pain.
Who would ignite fire, in hearts cold and bare?
Without Jallianwala Bagh, its somber air?
Without Bhagat, no Bhagat Singh's fire,
Without the Guru, no Guru's desire.
If Sardars were absent, who would dance and sway?
Who would bring laughter, to a weary day?
Days would remain, but festivals would depart,
Sorry, friend, the world, devoid of Sardar's heart.
Make jokes on Sardars, if you must,
But don't mistake them for mere jests.
For those who raise a hand, to the Sardar's crown,
The Sardar's vengeance, will surely come down.