tere ghade me bol meri rani
tere ghade me bol meri rani
pertol dalu, loshe
pertol dalu ya kuwe ka pani
pertol dalu ya kuwe ka pani
jhatka na de matka futega jani
haye jhatka na de matka futega jani
dhire dhire chhod de
ha dhire dhire chhod de pipe ka pani
jara dhire dhire chhod de re pipe ka pani

jab hum bahayenge dono pasina
to khil uthega dharti ka sina
ha ab tum chalao hal ispe sajna
accha muhurat hai itna samajhna
baar baar degi ye fasle suhani
baar baar degi ye fasle suhani
are pertol dalu, loshe
pertol dalu ya kuwe ka pani
dhire dhire chhod de re pipe ka pani

ganna lagega to shakkar milegi
bich me bhutte ki choti hilegi
ha dana ugega to dharti falegi
dharti falegi ti duniya chalegi
dane pe likhi hai sabki kahani
dane pe likhi hai sabki kahani
pertol dalu, loshe
pertol dalu ya kuwe ka pani
dhire dhire chhod de re pipe ka pani

aalu tamatar nikalungi dher se
tokri bharungi main began aur bair se
ha diya jalayenge sarso ke tel se
jhula jhulega tere mere khel se
hum do harami do n n n n n na
hum do humare do
har saal rani
pertol dalu, loshe
pertol dalu ya kuwe ka pani
dhire dhire chhod de re pipe ka pani

pertol dalu ya kuwe ka pani
dhire dhire chhod de re pipe ka pani
pertol dalu ya kuwe ka pani
dhire dhire chhod de re pipe ka pani
pertol dalu ya kuwe ka pani
dhire dhire chhod de re pipe ka pani
pertol dalu ya kuwe ka pani
dhire dhire chhod de re pipe ka pani

Speak, my queen, within your vessel, speak,
Shall I pour in the fuel, the burning wick?
Shall I pour in the well's pure, ancient keep?
Do not shock, lest the earthen pot should weep.
Do not shock, lest the earthen pot should break,
Release it slowly, for goodness sake,
Release the waters, the pipe's flowing grace,
Release the waters, at a measured pace.

When we together, our sweat will bestow,
The earth's bosom will bloom, and then grow.
Now, my love, let the plough now begin,
This auspicious hour, let it sink within.
Again and again, the harvests shall gleam,
Again and again, a blossoming dream,
Shall I pour in the fuel, the burning wick?
Shall I pour in the well's pure, ancient keep?
Release the waters, the pipe's flowing grace.

When sugarcane springs, then sugar will be,
And the corn's silken crown will sway free.
When the seed takes root, and the earth shall yield,
As the earth gives fruit, the world is revealed.
On each tiny grain, our life is etched true,
On each tiny grain, me and you.
Shall I pour in the fuel, the burning wick?
Shall I pour in the well's pure, ancient keep?
Release the waters, the pipe's flowing grace.

I'll gather potatoes, a plentiful store,
Baskets overflowing, and evermore,
I'll fill them with eggplants and berries of old,
With mustard oil lamps, a story to be told.
Swinging high with a playful, delighting gleam,
We two, we are two - a sweet dream.
We two, we are two, year after year, queen,
Shall I pour in the fuel, the burning wick?
Shall I pour in the well's pure, ancient keep?
Release the waters, the pipe's flowing grace.

Shall I pour in the well's pure, ancient keep?
Release the waters, the pipe's flowing grace.
Shall I pour in the well's pure, ancient keep?
Release the waters, the pipe's flowing grace.
Shall I pour in the well's pure, ancient keep?
Release the waters, the pipe's flowing grace.
Shall I pour in the well's pure, ancient keep?
Release the waters, the pipe's flowing grace.