kahte hai mujhko raja aji kahte hai mujhko raja
mai bajata hu dil ka baja mai bajata hu dil ka baja
mai paida hua jalandhar mai paida hua jalandhar
pata pata puchke karoge kya pata puchke karoge kya
kabhi bahar hu kabhi andar kahte hai mujhko raja
mai bajata hu dil ka baja

dil ka tala ho ya tijori dil ka tala ho ya tijori
bin chabi ke kholu mai gori tere dil ka tala bhi mai kholunga
fir na kahna ho gayi dil ki chori karta hu jadu mantar
mai chalu hu ek numbar pata pata puchke karoge kya
pata puchke karoge kya kabhi bahar hu kabhi andar
kahte hai mujhko raja mai bajata hu dil ka baja

apne pe malik ki kam najar hai apne pe malik ki kam najar hai
subah khaya sham ki fikar hai apne miye rone wala kon hai
na gharwali hai na koi ghar hai fir bhi hu mast kalandar
na hitlar hu ma sikandar pata pata puchke karoge kya
pata puchke karoge kya kabhi bahar hu kabhi andar
kahte hai mujhko raja mai bajata hu dil ka baja

yu gusse se na dekho mar jayenge humyu
gusse se na dekho mar jayenge hum
haske to dekha dar jayenge hum
mana hamse choti si ye bhul ho gayi
rukne do ye gadi utar jayenge hum aane do poribandar
ho jaunga chu mantar pata pata puchke karoge kya
pata puchke karoge kya kabhi bahar hu kabhi andar
kahte hai mujhko raja mai bajata hu dil ka baja

They call me King, yes, they call me King,
I play the heart's drum, the heart's drum I swing.
Born in Jalandhar, a city of old,
Why seek my address, a story untold?
Sometimes within, sometimes without,
They call me King, beyond any doubt,
I play the heart's drum, let the rhythm resound.

The heart's lock or a vault of desire,
Without a key, I set hearts afire.
Yours too, I'll unlock, with a delicate hand,
Then don't say your heart was stolen, I command.
I weave incantations, a magical art,
I run the show, right from the start.
Why seek my address, the questions you pose?
Sometimes within, where the spirit grows,
They call me King, the heart's music I share.

Upon myself, blessings are few,
I eat in the morn, and evening's I view.
Who weeps for me, this solitary soul?
No wife, no home, to make me whole.
Yet I'm a free spirit, joyfully unbound,
No Hitler, no Alexander, on hallowed ground.
Why seek my address, the futile quest?
Sometimes within, a sacred rest,
They call me King, the heart's music I play.

Don't glare so, lest we break, and depart,
Don't glare so, and shatter my heart.
Smile instead, and fear will subside,
A small mistake, we cannot hide.
Let the train halt, let us gently descend,
Let Porbander's call, our journey extend,
I'll vanish like magic, in a puff of smoke.
Why seek my address, a meaningless stroke?
Sometimes within, the mysteries reside,
They call me King, with the heart as my guide.