aye babu o babuji mai na karu teri naukri
aye babu o babuji mai na karu teri naukri
kis kis ko mai razi karu bhajan sunau
ya gajal sunau ya git sunau ya mai mar jau
aye babu o babuji mai na karu teri naukri

chhoti badi suyiya maine gaya
haye miriman shor machaya
kaya ka pinjara jhulaya inko taras
na aaya balma ko jhula jhulaya
inhone humko bhagaya sharam nahi aaya aaya ja
aye babu o babuji mai na karu teri naukri

thiyetar me tere baithe hai bhude
thiyetar me tere baithe hai bhude
khanse aur chillaye kahe hath me mala lekar jap lo jap lo
aey ji jap lo jap lo sita ram sita
ram radhe shyam radhe shyam
sita ram sita ram radhe shyam radhe shyam
sita ram sita ram radhe shyam radhe shyam
mar gayi ram mar gayi ram mujhe bacha lo sita ram
kis kis ko mai razi karu bhajan sunau
ya gajal sunau ya git sunau ya mai mar jau
aye babu o babuji mai na karu teri naukri

thiyetar me tere baithe jawan hath me sigret
thiyetar me tere baithe jawan
hath me sigret muh me pan khate
hai suno suno suno meri jaan ban jao tamncha ram
sawariya ne haye mohe bada dukh dina
sawariya ne haye mohe bada dukh dina
pankh jo hote to mai uad kar jati
pankh jo hote haye pankh jo hote to mai uad kar jati
thiyetar me tere babuva kabhi bhi na aati
sawariya ne haye mohe bada dukh dina
sawariya ne haye mohe bada dukh dina
kis kis ko mai razi karu bhajan sunau
ya gajal sunau ya git sunau ya mai mar jau
aye babu o babuji mai na karu teri naukri

thiyetar me tere gentarman baithe hai hokar bechain
wo mangta hai rambha sambha sambha rambha
hum janta hai rambha sambha sambha rambha
launga mai singade chhale lekin mara jhupi
song bechara rone laga haye le gayi jhupi
kis kis ko mai razi karu bhajan sunau
ya gajal sunau ya git sunau ya mai mar jau
aye babu o babuji mai na karu teri naukri
aye babu o babuji mai na karu teri naukri
aye babu o babuji mai na karu teri naukri
aye babu o babuji mai na karu teri naukri

Oh, sir, oh, master, I will not serve you.
Oh, sir, oh, master, I will not serve you.
To whom shall I sing, a song of sorrow, or die?
A ghazal I'll weave, a song of sorrow, or die?
Oh, sir, oh, master, I will not serve you.

Small needles, large needles, I have sung of them.
Alas, my heart, a clamor within!
The body's cage, a swinging torment, they have shown no mercy.
My beloved, a swing they offered, yet shame did not touch them,
they drove me away, away, away.
Oh, sir, oh, master, I will not serve you.

In your theater sit the aged,
In your theater sit the aged.
Coughing and shouting, they clutch their beads, chanting, chant!
Oh, chant Sita, chant Ram, Sita Ram, Radhe Shyam, Radhe Shyam.
Sita Ram, Sita Ram, Radhe Shyam, Radhe Shyam.
Sita Ram, Sita Ram, Radhe Shyam, Radhe Shyam.
I am dying, Ram, dying, Ram, save me, Sita Ram!
Which heart shall I appease? A hymn I'll sing?
Or a ghazal I'll weave, a song of sorrow, or die?
Oh, sir, oh, master, I will not serve you.

In your theater sit the young, cigarettes in their hands,
In your theater sit the young.
Cigarettes in hand, betel in mouth, they eat and
Hear, listen, listen, my love, become a weapon, Ram!
My dark-skinned one has given me so much pain.
My dark-skinned one has given me so much pain.
If I had wings, oh, I would fly away!
If I had wings, alas, if I had wings, I would fly away!
I would never come, never come, to your theater, my boy.
My dark-skinned one has given me so much pain.
My dark-skinned one has given me so much pain.
Which heart shall I appease? A hymn I'll sing?
Or a ghazal I'll weave, a song of sorrow, or die?
Oh, sir, oh, master, I will not serve you.

In your theater sit the gentlemen, restless,
They demand Ramba, Samba, Samba, Ramba.
We know Ramba, Samba, Samba, Ramba.
I will bring the water chestnuts, the rings, but they strike me in secret,
The poor song began to weep, alas, Jhupi took it away.
Which heart shall I appease? A hymn I'll sing?
Or a ghazal I'll weave, a song of sorrow, or die?
Oh, sir, oh, master, I will not serve you.
Oh, sir, oh, master, I will not serve you.
Oh, sir, oh, master, I will not serve you.
Oh, sir, oh, master, I will not serve you.