kyu janeman kya hum tumhe pasand nahi
main baalam wohi lungi english faishion wala
main baalam wohi lungi english faishion wala
main baalam wohi lungi

bambai wala na lungi culcutte wala na lungi
bambai wala na lungi culcutte wala na lungi
main baalam wohi lungi paris london wala
main baalam wohi lungi paris london wala
main baalam wohi lungi

tharre wala na lungi main tadi wala na lungi
tharre wala na lungi main tadi wala na lungi
main baalam wohi lungi whisky solan wala
main baalam wohi lungi whisky solan wala
main baalam wohi lungi

bidi wala na lungi main hukke wala na lungi
bidi wala na lungi main hukke wala na lungi
main baalam wohi lungi paachsau pacchpan wala
main baalam wohi lungi paachsau pacchpan wala
main baalam wohi lungi

munchh wala na lungi main dadhi wala na lungi
munchh wala na lungi main dadhi wala na lungi
main baalam wohi lungi chikne gaalan wala
main baalam wohi lungi chikne gaalan wala
main baalam wohi lungi

o tu bambai wala na lena
culcutte wala na lena
tu bidi wala na lena
tu hukke wala na lena
tu tharre wala na lena
tu tadi wala na lena
tu munchh wala na lena
tu dadhi wala na lena

tu baalam lena london ka
london ka english fashion ka
fashion ka whisky solan ka
solan ka chikne gaalan ka
tu bambai wala na lena
culcutte wala na lena

lafde wala na lena
tu jhagde wala na lena
lafde wala na lena
tu jhagde wala na lena
tu baalam wahi lena humsa chahne wala
tu baalam wahi lena humsa chahne wala
tu baalam wahi lena

Beloved, tell me, do I not ensnare your gaze?
I shall take the one, a heart in English haze.
I shall take the one, in English fashion's sway,
I shall take the one.

Bombay's breath, I shall not embrace,
Nor Calcutta's touch upon my face.
I shall take the one, from Paris, London's keep,
I shall take the one, where secrets sleep.
I shall take the one.

The rotgut's sting, I shall not know,
Nor the toddy's tide, that ebbs and flows.
I shall take the one, with whiskey's Solan fire,
I shall take the one, to stoke desire.
I shall take the one.

No bidi's smoke, I'll not inhale,
Nor the hookah's hold, that makes the spirit fail.
I shall take the one, with Five-Fifty's grace,
I shall take the one, in time and space.
I shall take the one.

No mustache's shadow, I desire,
Nor a beard's embrace, to fan the fire.
I shall take the one, with cheeks so smooth and bright,
I shall take the one, bathed in morning light.
I shall take the one.

Oh, you, no Bombay's charm embrace,
Nor Calcutta's shadow on your face.
You, the bidi's breath, you shall not take,
Nor the hookah's pull, your spirit break.
No rotgut's sting for you to find,
Nor the toddy's lure, to bind your mind.
No mustache's shadow, you must crave,
Nor a beard's embrace, your soul to save.

You, Beloved, take from London's shore,
London's English fashion, and nothing more.
Fashion's whiskey, Solan's sweet embrace,
Solan's cheeks, that time cannot erase.
No Bombay's charm, you must eschew,
Nor Calcutta's touch, in all you do.

The tangled threads, you must untie,
The quarrels' sting, you must deny.
Oh, the tangled threads, you must not seize,
The quarrels' sting, that never appease.
You, Beloved, take the one who longs for me,
You, Beloved, take, eternally.
You, Beloved, take.