mittar pyare nu haal mureeda da kehna
mittar pyare nu haal mureeda da kehna
mittar pyare nu haal mureeda da kehna

tudh bin rog rajaayiyaa da odhan
tudh bin rog rajaayiyaa da odhan
nag nivasan de rehna
mittar pyare nu haal mureeda da kehna
mittar pyare nu

sul surahi khanjar pyala
sul surahi khanjar pyala
bing kasaayiyaa da sehna
mittar pyare nu haal mureeda da kehna
mittar pyare nu

yaarade da sanu sathar changa
yaarade da sanu sathar changa
bhath khedeyaa da rehna
mittar pyare nu haal mureeda da kehna
mittar pyare nu haal mureeda da kehna
mittar pyare nu

Tell my beloved, tell my Beloved,
Tell my Beloved, the state of your disciple.

Without You, sickness is the quilt I wear,
Without You, the serpent's lair is where I dwell.

The stake, the flask, the dagger, the cup,
The butcher's sharpest blade I endure.

The company of friends is my heaven,
Better than the laughter of a frivolous heart.
Tell my Beloved, the state of your disciple.
Tell my Beloved.