are najar lage na sathiyo are ho o o o ho o o o
aaj bhari mehfil mere kahi dol na jaye dil in gori gori memo ka
are najar lage na sathiyo are ho o o o ho o o o
aaj bhari mehfil mere kahi dol na jaye dil in gori gori memo ka

waha mile the deke me hum tum kuchh pehle
yaha mile in vish maykhane me phir desi chhaile
hukka bidi pite the waha bandh ke resham pagdi
are kas ke but pehan ke suit aa baat kare koi tagdi
yaade waade sapne irade bhuli baate yaad kara de
jhatke fatke yuhi atke hai latke latke
ulta chor kotwaal ko daate ye dastur purana, hamne maana
aaj bhari mehfil mere kahi dol na jaye dil in gori gori memo ka

are soch samajh ke aage badhna aag ka ye ek dariya
dil walo se milna ho to banda hi ki ek zariya
waha wo jiwan sathi hai yaha roz naya sawariya
ye bhi thik hai, wo bhi thik hai, apna apna nazriya
jhumar payal bindiya kajal laaj nahi hai, na hai aanchal
roz baras ke ud jaata hai ye angreji husn ka jaadu
are do paatan ke bich me yaaro saabut bacha na koy, kyu roye ho
aaj bhari mehfil mere kahi dol na jaye dil in gori gori memo ka

ek din hamko bheja tha ab kisko bhej ke aaye
ham to dhakke kha baithe ab tum kya khane aaye
o baat karo kuch kheto ki tum jaha se ho ke aaye
yaha to pal pal dhuye ke maare dam bhi ghutata jaaye
aao aao unhe pilaao, soye huyo ko zara jaga lo
darte darte kaam hai karte, sau baar bache hai marte marte
khaao piyo mauj manaao mauka fir nahi aana, ore laana
aaj bhari mehfil mere kahi dol na jaye dil in gori gori memo ka
are najar lage na sathiyo are ho o o o ho o o o
aaj bhari mehfil mere kahi dol na jaye dil in gori gori memo ka

Let no gaze ensnare, comrades, oh, ho, oh, ho, oh, oh, oh,
Lest my heart, in this crowded hall, should falter, for these fair-skinned dames.
Let no gaze ensnare, comrades, oh, ho, oh, ho, oh, oh, oh,
Lest my heart, in this crowded hall, should falter, for these fair-skinned dames.

We met before, in a place of decks, you and I,
Here we meet again, in this poisonous tavern, now, a Desi charmer.
There, we puffed hookahs, and beedis, bound in silken turbans,
Here, in tailored suits, we speak of strength, of a different charm.
Here, promises, dreams, intentions, forgotten words are recalled.
Flutters, jolts, and stumbles, caught in the lure.
The thief accuses the watchman, an old custom, we concede,
Lest my heart, in this crowded hall, should falter, for these fair-skinned dames.

Consider well, before you cross this river of fire,
The heart's true path, the only guide is the self's desire.
There, a life partner, here a new lover each dawn,
Both are well, each his own view, his own plan.
Bangles, anklets, bindis, kohl, no shyness, no veil,
Each day, the English beauty's magic, it showers and flies away.
Between the two millstones, friends, nothing remains whole, why do you weep?
Lest my heart, in this crowded hall, should falter, for these fair-skinned dames.

Once, we were sent, now whom have you sent,
We have already stumbled, what is it that you have come to eat?
Speak of the fields from whence you came,
Here, each moment, the smoke chokes, and the breath is lost in blame.
Come, come, offer them a drink, awaken those who sleep,
Working with fear, a hundred times we've barely escaped death.
Eat, drink, enjoy the moment, for it will not come again, bring it on,
Lest my heart, in this crowded hall, should falter, for these fair-skinned dames.
Let no gaze ensnare, comrades, oh, ho, oh, ho, oh, oh, oh,
Lest my heart, in this crowded hall, should falter, for these fair-skinned dames.