kundaa khol meri moto lambi baah karke
kundaa khol meri moto lambi baah karke

mai kunda nayu kholna ja dolna nayo bolna ja
tu te peete bang muinu karega tang
kundaa khol meri moto lambi baah karke
ni dil todni hai sainu na krke

ni kundaa khol
ni kundaa khol meri moto lambi baah karke

chinta krke haar gya mai laga teer na tukka, tukka
chinta krke haar gya mai laga teer na tukka, tukka
waah meri badmolo tu mainu ragad deta dhukka dhukka
mai teri malish kranga ha mai tainu motiyaan paranga
tu jldi khol de dwaa ni andar firda chuha
ho mainu payar jad bachiya di maa krke

ni kundaa khol
ni kundaa khol meri moto lambi baah karke
mai kunda nayu kholna ja dolna nayo bolna ja
tu te peete bang muinu karega tang
ni kundaa khol meri moto lambi baah karke

jis din laye tum ya mukh laye
us de poye jagde haye jagde
jis din laye tum ya mukh laye
us de poye jagde haye jagde
ta mai kunda khulagi je sau vari nak ragde haye ragde
na mai nak ragadwayi, tamesha mainu na banayi
ki kat gayi mrei nak ni
nahi rehna tere khakh ni
mainu ka kar ke tu pave kha kr ke

ni kundaa khol
ni kundaa khol meri moto lambi baah karke

mai kunda nayu kholna ja dolna nayo bolna ja
tu te peete bang muinu karega tang

Unlatch the door, my love, with arms so wide,
Unlatch the door, my love, with arms so wide,
I will not unlatch, nor speak a word in plea,
You, high on bhang, will only trouble me.
Unlatch the door, my love, with arms so wide,
Don't break my heart, my darling, come inside,
Unlatch the door, my love, with arms so wide.

Worry's grip, I lost, no lucky shot, no chance,
Worry's grip, I lost, no lucky shot, no chance,
You, my treasure, push me with your harsh advance,
I'll massage you, my love, with pearls I'll adorn,
But open the door, a mouse within me's born,
Love me as mothers love their children, so free,
Unlatch the door, my love, with arms so wide.
I will not unlatch, nor speak a word in plea,
You, high on bhang, will only trouble me,
Unlatch the door, my love, with arms so wide.

The day you came, your face, a storm unleashed,
That day brought strife, a constant, bitter feast.
The day you came, your face, a storm unleashed,
That day brought strife, a constant, bitter feast.
I'll open the door if you your nose will plead,
No, I won't beg, you'll never change indeed,
My nose is cut, I won't live here, you see,
What use am I to you? So open for me,
Unlatch the door, my love, with arms so wide,
I will not unlatch, nor speak a word in plea,
You, high on bhang, will only trouble me.