puchhiye na hal ji palle nahi mal ji
ke bura hai ye sal ji
puchhiye na hal ji palle nahi mal ji
ke bura hai ye sal ji haye

hinduo ko ram ram musalmano ko salam
hinduo ko ram ram musalmano ko salam
mile sardar ji to shastriya kaal ji
puchhiye na hal ji
puchhiye na hal ji palle nahi mal ji
ke bura hai ye sal ji
puchhiye na hal ji palle nahi mal ji
ke bura hai ye sal ji haye

phata huya coat maine diya hai utar ji
phata huya coat maine diya hai utar ji
dard jigar ne bhi kiya hai udhar ji
isi tarha tum bhi karo mera aitbar ji
puchhiye na hal ji
puchhiye na hal ji palle nahi mal ji
ke bura hai ye sal ji
puchhiye na hal ji palle nahi mal ji
ke bura hai ye sal ji haye

samne makan hai to samne dukan hai
oye hoye oye chacha oye hoye oye ji
pyar ke school me ye pehla imtihan hai
hoye hoye hoye mama hoye hoye
hai ye meri aarzu ke wo bhi bekarar ho
ram kare use bhi maleriya bukhar ho
khola hai ye jiske liye
khola hai ye jiske liye naya haspatal ji
bura hai ye hal ji palle nahi mal ji
ke bura hai ye sal ji haye
puchhiye na hal ji palle nahi mal ji
ke bura hai ye sal ji haye

Ask not of my state, I have nothing to hold,
A year of woes, a story untold.
Ask not of my state, no riches to find,
A year of sorrows, etched in my mind.

To Hindus, Ram Ram, to Muslims, Salaam,
To Hindus, Ram Ram, to Muslims, Salaam.
If a Sikh I greet, Sat Sri Akal I'll call,
Ask not of my state, watching the season fall.
Ask not of my state, I have nothing to hold,
A year of woes, a story untold.
Ask not of my state, no riches to find,
A year of sorrows, etched in my mind.

The tattered coat, I've laid it aside,
The pain of the heart, a debt I can't hide.
In this, trust in me, as I confide,
Ask not of my state, where shadows reside.
Ask not of my state, I have nothing to hold,
A year of woes, a story untold.
Ask not of my state, no riches to find,
A year of sorrows, etched in my mind.

A house stands there, a shop in plain sight,
Oh, uncle, oh, uncle, burning so bright.
In love's first school, the test takes its flight,
Oh, uncle, oh, uncle, burning so bright.
My yearning's a wish, may she too be caught,
May fever of love, her very life sought.
For her I've opened, this hospital's door,
A year of woes, on a desolate shore.
Ask not of my state, I have nothing to hold,
A year of woes, a story untold.
Ask not of my state, no riches to find,
A year of sorrows, etched in my mind.