naam khuda ka le zara, sabak shuru kar bismillah
phul kaho ya chand sitare, khel khilone pyare pyare
mitti se bane ham sare

bol do mithe
bol do mithe bol soniye, bhed dilo ke khol soniye
bol do mithe bol soniye haye , bhed dilo ke khol soniye
sone ka hai mol soniya, mitti hai anmol soniya
sone ka hai mol soniya haye, mitti hai anmol soniya
bol do mithe bol soniye, bhed dilo ke khol soniye


ji karta hai is mitti se apne dil sa mai ghada banau
ji karta hai is mitti se apne dil sa mai ghada banau
mitha chanab ka pani is me bhar lau
teri pyas bujhau pardesiya
baith tu mere kol soniye haye, baith tu mere kol soniye
bol do mithe bol soniye, bhed dilo ke khol soniye

ji karta hai is mitti se tere jaise but ek banau
ji karta hai is mitti se tere jaise but ek banau
sajde usko kar kar ke mai aaj musalman
se kafir ho jau, are soniye
tauba kar tauba, muh se kufar na bol soniya
haye muh se kufar na bol soniya
bol do mithe bol soniye. bhed dilo ke khol soniye

ji karta hai is mitti se tera liye mai ghar ek banau
ji karta hai is mitti se tera liye mai ghar ek banau
is dunia se dur kahi tujhko le jau
dekh sake na tujhko koi chhu sake
chal fir mitti ghol soniya haye, chal fir mitti ghol soniya
bol do mithe bol soniye, bhed dilo ke khol soniye
sone ka hai mol soniya haye, mitti hai anmol soniya
sone ka hai mol soniya haye, mitti hai anmol soniya

In God's Name, begin, a lesson starts, Bismillah.
Flowers or moons, stars that gleam, toys of joy, a child's sweet dream,
From dust we're all conceived, it would seem.

Speak sweet words,
Speak sweet words, love, unveil the heart's hidden chords.
Speak sweet words, love, oh, unveil the heart's hidden chords.
Gold holds value, it is true, but dust, my love, is precious too.
Gold holds value, oh, it is true, but dust, my love, is precious too.
Speak sweet words, love, unveil the heart's hidden chords.

My heart desires, from this earth, a vessel like my heart to give birth.
My heart desires, from this earth, a vessel like my heart to give birth.
With sweet Chenab's waters I shall fill,
And quench your thirst, my love, until
You come and sit close to me, oh love, oh love, come sit close to me.
Speak sweet words, love, unveil the heart's hidden chords.

My heart desires, from this dust, an image of you I must adjust.
My heart desires, from this dust, an image of you I must adjust.
Prostrations offered, I would then,
From a Muslim, a heretic again, oh love.
Repent, repent, from your mouth, blasphemy abstain, oh love,
Oh, from your mouth, blasphemy abstain, oh love.
Speak sweet words, love, unveil the heart's hidden chords.

My heart desires, from this dust, a home for you, a space to trust.
My heart desires, from this dust, a home for you, a space to trust.
Far from this world, with you I'd flee,
Where none can touch or truly see.
Come, let the dust be our harmony, oh love, let the dust be our harmony.
Speak sweet words, love, unveil the heart's hidden chords.
Gold holds value, it is true, but dust, my love, is precious too.
Gold holds value, oh, it is true, but dust, my love, is precious too.