oye nahi rees panjab di bhai kehndi leher chanaab di
oye nahi rees panjab di bhai kehndi leher chanaab di
nal motiye gir ki chatri ute gulab ki nahi rees panjab di

ek jannat hai jami de ute masti vikti hai har rut te
ek jannat hai jami de ute masti vikti hai har rut te
is dharti de sab ne raje lod nahi surkha ki
bhai kehndi leher chanaab di bhai kehndi leher chanaab di

hatha utte payar wakende hatha utte payar wakende
dilwale paye hoke dende muho mithe bol hai bolan
boli jiwe rabab di nahi rees punjab di kehndi leher chanaab di

ghar ghar de wich ranjhe basan ludhi maaran khedan hasan
ghar ghar de wich ranjhe basan ludhi maaran khedan hasan
gali gali wich firdiya heera surat niri mumtaz di
nahi rees punjab di
nahi rees punjab di kehndi leher chanaab di

nara de jad chude khadkan nara de jad chude khadkan
sher dila de dole fadkan dil nu dil nal darba dende
fikar na kar mehsaab di oye nahi rees panjab di
kehndi leher chanaab di

is chanaab di dharti utte je ek do aashik sutte
do aashik sute is chanaab di dharti utte
is chanaab di dharti utte je ek do aashik sutte
husn ishk di suno kahani darda bhari kitab di
nahi rees panjab di oye nahi rees panjab di
kehndi leher chanaab di
nal motiye gir ki chatri ute gulab ki nahi rees panjab di
oye nahi rees panjab di bhai kehndi leher chanaab di

No, this is not a race, this Punjab,
Says the wave of Chenab, its song.
No, this is not a race, this Punjab,
Says the wave of Chenab, its song.
Where jasmine falls, and rose blooms high,
No, this is not a race, this Punjab.

A heaven on earth, where joy is sold,
In every season, stories told.
A heaven on earth, where joy is sold,
In every season, stories told.
Here, all are kings of this land,
No need for the red, no need to command.
Says the wave of Chenab, its song,
Says the wave of Chenab, its song.

Love they give, in open hand,
Love they give, in open hand,
And hearts they offer, a generous band.
Sweet words they speak, like a rabaab's plea,
No, this is not a race, this Punjab,
Says the wave of Chenab, its song.
In every home, a Ranjha dwells,
Joyful laughter, a story tells.
In every home, a Ranjha dwells,
Joyful laughter, a story tells.
In every street, a beauty's grace,
A Mumtaz's face, in every place.
No, this is not a race,
No, this is not a race, this Punjab,
Says the wave of Chenab, its song.
The bangles of lovers, a ringing chime,
The bangles of lovers, a ringing chime,
Brave hearts they have, a timeless rhyme.
Hearts embrace hearts, without a care,
No need to fear, of life's despair.
No, this is not a race, this Punjab,
Says the wave of Chenab, its song.

On Chenab's soil, if lovers sleep,
On Chenab's soil, if lovers sleep,
On Chenab's soil, if lovers sleep,
A tale of love and beauty deep,
A tale of pain, a book to keep.
No, this is not a race, this Punjab,
Oh, no this is not a race, this Punjab,
Says the wave of Chenab, its song.
Where jasmine falls, and rose blooms high,
No, this is not a race, this Punjab.
Oh, no, this is not a race, this Punjab,
Says the wave of Chenab, its song.