main tere desh
main tere desh ki ladki
tu mere desh ka ladka
main tere desh ki ladki
tu mere desh ka ladka
mujhe chhed gaya pardeshi
mujhe chhed gaya pardeshi
meri halat kardi kaisi
phir bhi dil tera na dhadka
tu kaisa mard hain re tu kaisa hain ladka
tu kaisa mard hain re tu kaisa hain ladka

ho tera mele me milne ka wada tha
tera mele me milne ka wada tha
milke hulchul machane ka wada tha
main to aayi yaha banke dulhaniya
jhulati nathaniya bajati painjaniya
meri payal ho gayi ghayal
meri payal ho gayi ghayal
mera ro ro bah gaya kaajal
phir bhi dil tera na dhadka
tu kaisa mard hain re tu kaisa hain ladka
tu kaisa mard hain re tu kaisa hain ladka

jisne chheda hain mujhe wo itna jaan le
jisne chheda hain mujhe wo itna jaan le
are kaun hu main kya hu wo pahchan le
karu pyar to kali hu main gulaab ki
aaye gussa to hu sherni punjab ki
guru govind singh ji ne dikhlaye mujhe raaste
ja pe khel jaau aabru ke waaste
main hu jhansi wali rani
chand biwi ki kahani
main jiya ji ki nishani
main shivaji ki bhawani
meri baaho me hain khube shamshiro ki
main shahido ki hu beti bahna veero ki
rajputo ki aan main hu akbar ki shaan
rana saanga ki main jaan
mujhse darte hain tufan
badla leke rahungi main ab to maan ka
sar jhuka ke rahungi aasman ka
jisne chheda mujhko uski jaan le le tu
jaan le na paye to phir jaan de de tu
warna chudiya pahan ki baith ghar me tu
pyar ke kaabil nahi meri najar me tu
kirpal bhi maine khichi
kirpal bhi maine khichi
apne khun se dharti sinchi
phir bhi dil tera na dhadka
tu kaisa mard hain re tu kaisa hain ladka
tu kaisa mard hain re tu kaisa hain ladka

I, a daughter of your land,
You, a son of my country,
I, a daughter of your land,
You, a son of my country.
A stranger dared to touch me,
A stranger dared to touch me,
And left me in such disarray,
Yet still, your heart did not stir.
What manner of man are you, boy?
What manner of man are you, boy?

You promised to meet at the fair,
You promised to meet at the fair,
Intending to stir a commotion,
I came as a bride,
With my nose ring swaying,
My anklets ringing,
My anklets ringing,
My anklets silenced, my tears flowing,
My kohl, washed away by tears,
Yet still, your heart did not stir.
What manner of man are you, boy?
What manner of man are you, boy?

Let he who has touched me know this,
Let he who has touched me know this,
Who I am, what I am, let him recognize.
If I love, I am a rosebud,
If I am angry, I am the lioness of Punjab.
Guru Gobind Singh showed me the way,
I would die for honor’s sake,
I am the Rani of Jhansi,
The story of Chand Bibi,
I am the mark of Jija Bai,
I am the Bhavani of Shivaji,
In my arms are the glories of swords,
I am the daughter, sister of martyrs and heroes,
I am the pride of Rajputs, the glory of Akbar,
The life of Rana Sanga,
Even storms fear me,
I will avenge my honor,
I will bow before the sky,
He who has touched me, take his life,
If you cannot take his life, then give yours,
Or wear bangles and sit at home,
You are not worthy of love in my eyes,
I wielded my kirpan,
I wielded my kirpan,
And watered the earth with my blood,
Yet still, your heart did not stir.
What manner of man are you, boy?
What manner of man are you, boy?