tujhe bibbo kahu kee sulochana
uma shashee kahu ya kee jamana
tujhe motee kahu kee bilimoriya
tujhe sayagal kahu ya kee barava

tujhe kajjan kahu ya kee shanta
ratanabayee kahu mehatab kah du ya kee madhuri
meree bimala meree kanan meree jaddan
meree roji tujhe gauhar kahu kee sabita
devakaranee kahu kee lalita
durga khote kahu kee jubeda

tujhe ghori kahu dixit kahu
ya tujhe charli kah du
kahu mirja musharraf ya
tujhe mai kabuli kah du
tujhe surendr kahu
ya kee vasti mai kumar kahu ya kee gajanavi

Shall I call you Bibbo, or Sulochana?
Uma, the moon, or Jamna's embrace?
Pearl of the ocean, or Belimoria's grace,
Saygal's voice, or Barwa's hallowed space?

Kajjan's fire, or Shanta's gentle gleam?
Ratanbai's star, or Mehtab's velvet dream?
Madhuri's dance, in colours yet unseen?
My Bimala, my Kanann, my Jaddan, my Rozie,
Gauhar's heart, or Sabita's sun-kissed scene?
Devikarani's spirit, or Lalita's knowing?
Durga Khote's courage, or Zubeida's growing?

Ghori's echo, Dixit's silent art,
Shall I call you Charlie, to set my soul apart?
Mirza Musharraf's depth, or Kabuli's might?
Surendra's gaze, or Vaasti's pure light?
Kumar's promise, or Ghaznavi's ancient flight?