man mandir me preet ka dera
naahi koi duja
ek man me mehaman hai do
ek preet hai duji pooja
ye jhuthi baat hai ye sachchi baat hai
tum na mano na mano
tum na mano din din hai raat raat hai
ye jhuthi baat hai ye sachchi baat hai
ha ye jhuthi baat hai ye sachchi baat hai
tum na mano na mano
tum na mano din din hai raat raat hai
ye jhuthi baat hai ye sachchi baat hai
ha ye jhuthi baat hai ye sachchi baat hai

ek jiya me ek piya bas ye hai kahana apna
do naino ne milkar dekha jivan ka har sapna
ho ek diye me jal sakti hai dekho ek hi baati
ek baati ki ho sakti hai do patnage sathi
koi akela akela, koi akela na hi re chhaya sath hai
ye jhuthi baat hai ye sachchi baat hai
ha ye jhuthi baat hai ye sachchi baat hai

aur kisi ka naahi hamara hai bansri wala
rukmani soche krishan to sare jag ka hai rakhwala
ek hua hai raam
ek hua hai raam huyi hai ek hi raam ki sita
tumse jeete kaun ki tum karte ho khub kavita
tum naa mano na mano, tum na mano
tumne khayi aaj maat hai
ye jhuthi baat hai ye sachchi baat hai
ha ye jhuthi baat hai ye sachchi baat hai

ek ped ki padi hai dharti pe ek hi chhayiyai
ek sharir me hoti hai do ankhiya do bayiya
ek sajan ki ek hi sajni duji ka naam hai sautan
sautan bhi to hoti hai apne preetam ki jogan
sau bato ki sakhi ri, sau bato ki sakhi ek baat hai
ye jhuthi baat hai ye sachchi baat hai
ha ye jhuthi baat hai ye sachchi baat hai

Love's temple, a heart's domain,
No other dwells within.
A guest resides within one mind,
One love, the other, a hymn.

This falsehood, this truth entwined,
Believe it not, believe it not.
Day and night, a constant grind,
This falsehood, this truth, begot.
Yes, this falsehood, this truth aligned,
Believe it not, believe it not.
Day and night, a constant mind,
This falsehood, this truth, designed.
Yes, this falsehood, this truth defined.

One soul, one beloved, a simple plea,
Two eyes behold life's reverie.
One lamp can hold but one bright flame,
One wick, two moths that share the same.
None alone, no shadow's grace,
This falsehood, truth finds its place.
Yes, this falsehood, this truth we embrace.

Only ours, the flute player's tune,
Rukmini dreams, Krishna, beneath the moon.
One became Ram, a single trace,
One Sita found Ram's embrace.
Who triumphs when you write such art?
You’ve been defeated, you played your part.
This falsehood, this truth, a beating heart.
Yes, this falsehood, this truth, from the start.

One tree casts one shadow's keep,
In one form, two eyes that sleep.
One lover, one beloved's kiss,
The other, a rival, amiss.
The rival, too, a lover's quest,
A hermit, to the beloved, blessed.
Of a hundred tales, one truth confessed,
This falsehood, this truth, put to the test.
Yes, this falsehood, this truth expressed.