ebn-e-batuta
o bhangda pake dekh le teri huyi duniya
hoye chashma laga ke dekh le teri huyi duniya
bhangda pake dekh le teri huyi duniya
chashma laga ke dekh le teri huyi duniya
matmela matmela tha khwabon ka mela
ab chamka jaake dhoom dhadake karna haay rabba
o bhangda pake dekh le teri huyi duniya
hoye chashma laga ke dekh le teri huyi duniya

sondhi is mitti mein love sav hai bo jaana
iss gaon mein apna title laila majnu kehlana
sar aamir se jyaada perfection hai laana
aur fan mein humko junior sallu kehlana
o neta ji abhinetaji hum sabko nyota deta ji
aao mil gaao jashan manao
kholo ji kholo ji khambha
o bhangda pake dekh le teri huyi duniya
hoye chashma laga ke dekh le teri huyi duniya

baali umariyan kassi o gori dil labhda haaye
baali umariyan kassi o gori dil labhda haaye
ek tose mora palla jodke sada ye challa
dusra nahi koi mere dil mein zara saa
haiyya mere bhaiyya
mere ghodiya sajado bhaiyya
haiyya mere bhaiyya
mere ghodiya sajado bhaiyya
kheto khaliyano mein romentic sa gaana
har saal apne ghar ho nane munno ka aana haay
chehre ho beautiful chaale ho mastana
din raat kudiyon sang mein ho ichak bichak dana
are chhodo na rukh modo na
are chhodo na rukh modo na
sun le pyaare jamke baaje mandir ka ghanta
o bhangda pake dekh le teri huyi duniya
hoye chashma laga ke dekh le teri huyi duniya
ebn-e-batuta

Ibn Battuta, wanderer of the soul,
Spin in the dance, the world's yours to hold.
Wear your spectacles, let the vision unfold,
Spin in the dance, a story to be told.
Once, dreams were murky, a faded display,
Now they shimmer, let the joy hold sway!
Spin in the dance, the world's yours to hold,
Wear your spectacles, let the vision unfold.

In this soil, fragrant, sow seeds of love,
In this village, be the legends above.
More than the ruler, let perfection prove,
And in your fandom, be a star to move.
Oh, leaders and actors, an invitation we send,
Come, sing together, a celebration to extend!
Unfurl, unfold, the pillars rise in grace,
Spin in the dance, the world's yours to embrace.
Wear your spectacles, let the vision unfold.

Young love, a scythe through a maiden's heart,
Young love, forever, a brand new start.
With you, my love, my life entwined to stay,
No other dwells within, come what may!
Hey, my brother,
Adorn my steed, my brother!
Hey, my brother,
Adorn my steed, my brother!
In fields and farmlands, a romantic song,
Each year, in our home, little ones throng.
Faces of beauty, a carefree stride,
Day and night, with maidens, dance side by side.
Turn not away, don't forsake the call,
Listen, dear heart, the temple bells fall.
Spin in the dance, the world's yours to hold,
Wear your spectacles, let the vision unfold.
Ibn Battuta.