ye kaise yog liya sarkar
badal kar bhesh mere dildar
mere dildar
badal kar bhesh mere dildar
ye kaise yog liya sarkar
mere sarkar
na kar takrar meri sarkar
tumhara khench ke laya pyar
tumhara
badal kar bhesh mere dildar
ye kaise yog liya sarkar
mere sarkar
na kar takrar meri sarkar
tumhara khench ke laya pyar
tumhara

jag walo se najar bacha ke
lekar mala tilak laga ke
lekar mala tilak laga ke
tilak laga ke
sajan kyu chhoda gharbar
badal kar bhesh mere dildar
mere dildar
na kar takrar meri sarkar
tumhara khench ke laya pyar
tumhara
badal kar bhesh mere dildar
ye kaise yog liya sarkar
mere sarkar
na kar takrar meri sarkar
tumhara khench ke laya pyar
tumhara

ladki o ladki
ladki kadki aur bekari
ram mister ram
mister ram bane hai prem pujari
are ladki kadki aur bekari
ram mister ram
mister ram bane hai prem pujari
o lekar chimta aur khartal
bajaye hum veena ke taar
o chhodo chhodo ji sarkar
mere sarkar
na kar takrar meri sarkar
tumhara khench ke laya pyar
tumhara
badal kar bhesh mere dildar
ye kaise yog liya sarkar
mere sarkar
na kar takraar meri sarkar
tumhara khench ke laya pyar
tumhara

What penance have you embraced, O sovereign?
Disguised, my heart's beloved,
My beloved,
Disguised, my heart's beloved.
What penance have you embraced, O sovereign?
My sovereign,
Do not quarrel, my sovereign.
Your love, I have drawn close,
Yours.
Disguised, my heart's beloved,
What penance have you embraced, O sovereign?
My sovereign,
Do not quarrel, my sovereign.
Your love, I have drawn close,
Yours.

From the world's gaze, hidden away,
With rosary and mark of the devout.
With rosary and mark of the devout,
The mark, bestowed.
Why did you forsake your home, beloved?
Disguised, my heart's beloved,
My beloved,
Do not quarrel, my sovereign.
Your love, I have drawn close,
Yours.
Disguised, my heart's beloved,
What penance have you embraced, O sovereign?
My sovereign,
Do not quarrel, my sovereign.
Your love, I have drawn close,
Yours.

Girl, oh girl,
Of longing and of need,
Ram, Mister Ram,
Mister Ram, a devotee of love, he's become.
Oh, girl of longing and of need,
Ram, Mister Ram,
Mister Ram, a devotee of love, he's become.
With tongs and cymbals raised,
We play the strings of the veena.
Oh, leave it, oh sovereign, leave it now.
My sovereign,
Do not quarrel, my sovereign.
Your love, I have drawn close,
Yours.
Disguised, my heart's beloved,
What penance have you embraced, O sovereign?
My sovereign,
Do not quarrel, my sovereign.
Your love, I have drawn close,
Yours.