uth meriye hanane nee banke patola
giddeh wich leke aaja kudiya da dhola
ghutnu ghumake ni gulabi suit pake
ghutnu ghumake ni gulabi suit pake
dupatte hande han dupatte hande

nee mai captain bhangre da, soniye ban giddeya dee ranee
shounk nal gera deke bolee ik pade nee
pind diya mundey nee socha wich pade nee
dekhane nee jor ban giddeh wich tor
apa disco hai maro, disco hai maro
apa disco hai maro, apa disco hai maro, apa disco hai marr matonee nee mai captain bhangre da, soniye ban giddeya dee

ranee aaja aaja
shabo nakhre nee karee dey te nee botha nee kahai da
gun hove pat nee ho jag toh lakoyida
nakhre nee karee dey te nee botha nee kahai da
gun hove pat nee ho jag toh lakoyida
debhee nu ta kehna maksuspur rehna
nee mai captain bhangre da, soniye ban giddeya dee ranee
nee mai captain bhangre da, soniye ban giddeya dee ranee
nee mai captain bhangre da, soniye ban giddeya dee ranee

Arise, my beloved, a silken vision,
Embrace the dance, the Giddha's bright decision.
Come, bring the laughter, the circle's embrace,
In pink attire, with a twirling grace.
Spin and sway, in hues of dawn,
With scarves that whisper, on and on.

I am the captain of the Bhangra's fire,
Queen of the Giddha, fueled by desire.
With grace I'll circle, a single, bold decree,
The village lads, in wondering reverie.
Their eyes will feast on the dance's might,
Our own disco, burning ever so bright!
Our own disco, let the rhythm soar,
Our own disco, forevermore!
I, the captain of Bhangra, your queen of night.

Come, oh come!
Do not flaunt your whims, nor spill your tales,
A hidden virtue, the world unveils.
Do not flaunt your whims, nor spill your tales,
A hidden virtue, the world unveils.
Devi's words, a sacred decree,
I, the captain of Bhangra, your queen you see.
I, the captain of Bhangra, your queen you see.
I, the captain of Bhangra, your queen you see.