jigar ko chak karke de gaya is khali hath me
na hamne khun ke chithe dekhe
na dard ke nagme
sukoon paya to khud ke bayane daan patar me
hamne jis pe khoi jawni ruh se miti kheer khwani
kheer khwani,kheer khwani,kheer khwani
hur kaho ya tandur kaho ya shher ke sabse kali purani
kali puranihaye haye kali purani
haye sitmber jeevan langar baith ke ishq ki roti khani
baith ke ishq ki roti khani
Baire Karawen Mandir Masjid Me Karawen Daana Pani
Baire Karawen Mandir Masjid Me Karawen Daana Pani

subha subha ki garm biryani sans me jab ghul jati hai
taze kulche jaisi part part khulti hai
aag me patta sondha taza lal sa baigan bhaja
bhojan me sab dwar khule sanjha sanjha sanjha
jhule sanjha sanjha sanjha jhule sanjha
band sare frod ke mare sachi to kewal biryani
Baire Karawen Mandir Masjid Me Karawen Daana Pani
Baire Karawen Mandir Masjid Me Karawen Daana Pani

ek katori suji lekr usko bhun dalo
teen katori pani me phir madhyam aanch ubaalo
kaju kismis desi ghee se gud se sab apne jee se
halwa khake aagam me apni char kadam uth gaye zami se
char kadam uth gaye zami se,char kadam uth gaye zami se
sidhi dil tak pauchi hai wo meethe mojo waqt suhani
wo meethe mojo waqt suhani,wo meethe mojo waqt suhani
Baire Karawen Mandir Masjid Me Karawen Daana Pani
Baire Karawen Mandir Masjid Me Karawen Daana Pani

He left in the dead of night, a parting blow,
Tore my heart, a gaping wound, in my empty show.
No crimson letters, no songs of pain's deep art,
Only solace found, in a self-made, fractured start.

Upon what I lost my youth's bright grace,
The soul's sweet pudding, I embraced.
Pudding of the soul, pudding, evermore,
A celestial nymph, a furnace's fire, a city's ancient door.
Ancient door, alas, so very old,
A cruel life's anchor, love's bread to behold.
Love's bread to eat, and in its name reside,
Where temples and mosques unite, by water's side.

When morning's warm biryani fills my breath,
Like fresh-baked breads, layer by layer, past death.
In fire, a leaf, fragrant, fresh, a crimson gleam,
Like spiced eggplant, in a joyful, evening dream.
Evening swings, oh evening's gentle sway,
All frauds shut tight, while truth lights the way,
Truth resides in biryani's taste so rare,
Truth resides in biryani beyond compare.
Where temples and mosques unite, by water's side.

A bowl of semolina, roasted slow and deep,
Three bowls of water, simmered, secrets to keep.
Cashews, raisins, ghee's gold, with all your might,
Halwa consumed, four steps, from earth to height.
Four steps from earth, four steps to take,
Sweet, delightful, a joyous wake.
Sweet moments linger, softly they gleam,
Where temples and mosques unite, a flowing stream.