chulle aug na ghade de wich
chulle aug na ghade de wich pani
o chade yandi junhi kudi
o chade yandi junhi kudi
oye rabba sandi di bi bana de koi rani
laralappa laralappa laayi rakkda
addiyappa addiyappa layi rakda
kam kar kar de jadhobi karun aayida
mar mar phunka chulle vich thak jayida
roti paindi yeh kachchi pilli khani
o chade yandi junhi kudi
oye rabba sandi di bi bana de koi rani
o chade yandi junhi kudi
laralappa laralappa laayi rakkda
addiyappa addiyappa laayi rakda
dasiye kahani di pachadyanke dil di
sanu tagavande to aankh bi na mil di
je chade ni ma mar jave
o kalla baita sog manavei
the koi janaani dardiyonde kar pitto na aave
dasiye kahani di pachadyanke dil di
sanu tagavande to aanke bi na mil di
o sade lad bi tu laade kanj kani
o chade yandi junhi kudi
oye rabba sandi di bi bana de koi rani
o chade yandi junhi kudi
iko ik vaati rabba chadeyanu mangta
saanu na kayal rakda gore kale rang da
chahe nami hove chahe ho koi purani
o chade yandi junhi kudi
uuye rabba sandi di bi bana de koi rani
o chade yandi junhi kudi

Oh, in what circle, where do you wander, Majnun?
Oh, in what circle, where do you wander, Majnun?
Your Layla, they say, is marred.
Someone said to Majnun, "Your Layla is dark to see."
Majnun replied, "Yours are eyes that cannot truly see."

The Vedas, they are white, the Quran, they are white.
The Vedas, they are white, the Quran, they are white.
Yet, within them, ink, the darkness, it does keep.
For those whose eyes are bound,
What is fair, and what is dark?

Neither fire in the hearth, nor water in the pot.
Neither fire in the hearth, nor water in the pot.
Neither fire in the hearth, nor water in the pot.
The echo of abandonment, a cruel, harsh sound.
Neither fire in the hearth, nor water in the pot.
Neither fire in the hearth, nor water in the pot.
The echo of abandonment, a cruel, harsh sound.

Oh, God, Oh God,
Make a queen for us too.
Make a queen for us too.
The echo of abandonment, a cruel, harsh sound.

Weary with the work of the house, exhausted.
Blowing, and blowing into the hearth, so tired.
Weary with the work of the house, exhausted.
Blowing, and blowing into the hearth, so tired.
The bread, half-baked, falls to waste.
The bread, half-baked, falls to waste.
The echo of abandonment, a cruel, harsh sound.

Oh, God, Oh God,
Make a queen for us too.
Make a queen for us too.
The echo of abandonment, a cruel, harsh sound.
The echo of abandonment, a cruel, harsh sound.

Tell the tale, what is in the hearts of the parted?
We, the lost, are not even granted a village to call home.
Tell the tale, what is in the hearts of the parted?
We, the lost, are not even granted a village to call home.
Our fate, to be a queen of the heart’s affliction.
Our fate, to be a queen of the heart’s affliction.
The echo of abandonment, a cruel, harsh sound.
The echo of abandonment, a cruel, harsh sound.

Oh, God, Oh God,
Make a queen for us too.
Make a queen for us too.
The echo of abandonment, a cruel, harsh sound.