le lo babu pudiya ye jadu wali pudiya
khaye buddha buddhi ban jaye gudda guddi
le lo babu pudiya ye jadu wali pudiya
khaye buddha buddhi ban jaye gudda guddi
le lo babu pudiya

hey mitti pe hath maaro mitti sona ban jaye
koi garib khaye ghar pe uske daulat aaye
bhai mitti pe hath maaro mitti sona ban jaye
koi garib khaye ghar pe uske daulat aaye
badle ye kismat o do paise kimat
badle ye kismat o do paise kimat
bechu main dil ki ye chidiya
le lo babu pudiya ye jadu wali pudiya
khaye buddha buddhi ban jaye gudda guddi
le lo babu pudiya

hey miya biwi ka jhagda fauran mitati hai ye
are iska asar na puchho apna banati hai ye
hey miya biwi ka jhagda fauran mitati hai ye
are iska asar na puchho apna banati hai ye
jo bhi kharid le wo duniya ko jeet le
o jo bhi kharid wo duniya ko jeet le
bhule na sari umariya
le lo babu pudiya ye jadu wali pudiya
khaye buddha buddhi ban jaye gudda guddi
le lo babu pudiya

bichhde dil ko milwaye mausam khushi ka laye
o koi musafir khaye manzil usko mil jaye
o bichhde dil ko milwaye mausam khushi ka laye
koi musafir khaye manzil usko mil jaye
ulfat ki raat hai ye o thodi si khak hai ye
ulfat ki raat hai ye ha thodi si khak hai ye
laya main tumri nagariya
le lo babu pudiya ye jadu wali pudiya
khaye buddha buddhi ban jaye gudda guddi
le lo babu pudiya

Take, take, dear ones, this pouch of mystic art,
Where age reverts, and youth leaps to the heart.
Take, take, dear ones, this pouch of mystic art,
Where age reverts, and youth leaps to the heart.
Take, take, dear ones...

Upon the dust, a touch of golden grace,
The beggar feasts, and fortunes find their place.
Upon the dust, a touch of golden grace,
The beggar feasts, and fortunes find their place.
It shifts the fate, a coin's small price,
It shifts the fate, a coin's small price,
I sell this bird of my heart's desire.
Take, take, dear ones, this pouch of mystic art,
Where age reverts, and youth leaps to the heart.
Take, take, dear ones...

It stills the storms that rage in married strife,
Its touch a balm, that heals and mends a life.
It stills the storms that rage in married strife,
Its touch a balm, that heals and mends a life.
Who buys this cure, the world will be their prize,
Who buys this cure, the world will be their prize,
And memory will never tire.
Take, take, dear ones, this pouch of mystic art,
Where age reverts, and youth leaps to the heart.
Take, take, dear ones...

It joins the hearts that parted long ago,
And brings the joy, the sun's warm, gentle glow.
The traveler takes, and finds the journey's end,
It joins the hearts that parted long ago,
And brings the joy, the sun's warm, gentle glow.
A night of love, a pinch of dust, it seems,
A night of love, a pinch of dust, it seems,
I bring this gift, to your lands I aspire.
Take, take, dear ones, this pouch of mystic art,
Where age reverts, and youth leaps to the heart.
Take, take, dear ones...