lamba chauda jat jat re khud ko mane lat sahab
re meri mane na he dil leke bedardi ab pahchane na
ho girgit jaisi nar nar badle rang hazar hazar
pyar ko jane na hota hai pyar ek bar mane na o banto

mere dil pe nahi hai koi jor dekho dil ko na todo
tumhe mil hi jayega koi or ji jao picha chodo
tu lakh bar gawar bada hai
pyar ka thekedar bat meri mane na
he dil leke bedardi ab pahchane na
ho mere piche to pad gayi chokri
dekho dunia walo mai to karungi tumhari
saiya mai to chakri dil se laga lo do patre ki hur hur
ye khatte hai angur pyar pyar ko jan na
hota hai pyar ek bar mane na o banto

o dil diya hai to sadke jan bhi chahe hame aazma lo
sache pyar ki hame hai pahchan jao dore na dalo
oye banta ji juth kyu bole mujhse bat meri mane na
he dil leke bedardi ab pahchane na o girgit jaisi nar nar
badle rang hazar hazar pyar ko jane na
hota hai pyar ek bar mane na ni banto
lamba chauda jat jat re khud ko mane lat sahab
re meri mane na he dil leke bedardi ab pahchane na

A wide-shouldered Jat, a lord in his own view,
Heedless of my heart, a cruel game he'd pursue.
My heart he took, then feigned he didn't know,
Like a chameleon, a thousand hues he'd show.
He knows not love, love comes but once,
Yet ignores its call, heedless and dense.

My heart has no say, I implore you, cease to break it,
You'll find another, let it go, forsake it.
Though boorish and crude, you may be,
The love's proprietor, yet you won't agree.
My heart he took, then feigned he didn't know.
The girls now chase me, watch the world's decree,
I'll be yours, my love, embrace me, set me free.
Two letters of fluttering desire I send,
These grapes are sour, love he won't comprehend.
He knows not love, love comes but once,
Yet ignores its call, heedless and dense.

If you gave your heart, and your life you'd stake,
Test my devotion, no false love I'd take.
True love I recognize, don't cast your net so wide.
Why lie, my friend? Won't you accept what I confide?
My heart he took, then feigned he didn't know.
Like a chameleon, a thousand hues he'd show.
He knows not love, love comes but once,
Yet ignores its call, heedless and dense.
A wide-shouldered Jat, a lord in his own view,
Heedless of my heart, a cruel game he'd pursue.
My heart he took, then feigned he didn't know.