aurat jaat mard se jhada oo ho
aurat jaat mard se jhada tere bas ka kam nahi
teri chhuti na kar du to sarju mera naam nahi
teri chhuti na kar du teri chhuti na kar du
to sarju mera naam nahi aurat jaat mard se jhada oo ho
aurat jaat mard se jhada tere bas ka kam nahi
teri chhuti na kar du to sarju mera naam nahi
teri chhuti na kar du to sarju mera naam nahi

jitne ber tu maregi sab ber tere kha jauga
arey jitne ber tu maregi sab ber tere kha jauga
bhag hiraniya bhag bhag hiraniya bhag
ke mai hu sher tumhe kha jauga
mufat me mari jayegi tu arey mufat me mari jayegi tu
achha ye anjam nahi teri chhuti na kar du to sarju mera naam nahi
teri chhuti na kar du to sarju mera naam nahi

ye mat soch ke prit ke mithe git mai tujhe sunauga
ye mat soch ye mat soch ke prit ke mithe git mai tujhe sunauga
arey dharke duga ek dharke duga ek tujhe din me tare dikhlauga
mai lath maru lathi wala oye hoye
mai lath maru lathi wala murli wala shyam nahi
teri chhuti na kar du to sarju mera naam nahi

kanta lage na kankar shankar ka mai prem pujari hu
kanta lage na kankar shankar ka mai prem pujari hu
tu nari man ki bimari tu nari man ki bimari mai pakka baramchari hu
ari mai paka baramchari hu mai koi dil fek diwana
mai koi dil fek diwana aawara badnaam nahi
teri chhuti na kar du to sarju mera naam nahi
teri chhuti na kar du to sarju mera naam nahi
aurat jaat mard se jhagda oo ho
aurat jaat mard se jhagda tere bas ka kam nahi
teri chhuti na kar du to sarju mera naam nahi
teri chhuti na kar du to sarju mera naam nahi

Woman, to war with man, oh,
woman, to war with man, that's not your fight,
If I don't send you packing, then my name's not Sarju,
If I don't send you packing, if I don't...

The blows you rain, each one I'll swallow whole,
Oh, the blows you rain, each one I'll take as mine,
Run, little deer, run, run, little deer,
For I am the lion, and I will devour you!
You'll be struck down for nothing, oh, for nothing,
This end is not good, If I don't send you packing, then my name's not Sarju,
If I don't send you packing...

Don't think I'll sing you sweet songs of love,
Don't think, don't think, of sweet songs,
I'll give you a strike, I'll give you a strike,
and show you the stars in the day!
I swing a stick, a stick, oh,
I swing a stick, I'm not Shyam with his flute,
If I don't send you packing, then my name's not Sarju...

No thorn, no stone, I am a devotee of Shankar's love,
No thorn, no stone, I am a devotee of Shankar's love,
You are the sickness of a woman's heart,
You are the sickness, I am a steadfast celibate!
Oh, I am a steadfast celibate, I am not a heart-flinging madman,
I am not a heart-flinging madman, a vagrant, infamous!
If I don't send you packing, then my name's not Sarju,
If I don't send you packing...
Woman, to war with man, oh,
woman, to war with man, that's not your fight,
If I don't send you packing, then my name's not Sarju,
If I don't send you packing...