dil ka tattu ad jata hai
gali dekh ke yaar ki galti nahi sawar ki
kabu pana hai to babu lagam lagao babu pyar ki

aisi gali me kyu jana jaha pe gadi ad hi jaye
hal tumhara kya hoga jo chori pakadi jaye
samjh liya kya tumne tabela sadak ye sarkar ki
galti nahi sawar ki
kabu pana hai to babu lagam lagao babu pyar ki

mere hath lagam hai par mujse nahin sambhalta hai
kisi ki matwali nazar ke isharo pe ye chlta hai
na mange ye dana pani talab ise didar ki
galti nahi sawar ki
kabu pana hai to babu lagam lagao babu pyar ki

dil ka tattu bada nikhatu safar ka ye saman na dekhe
jungle regishtan naa dekhe
na dekhe mehman ye ghar ka dar ka ye darbaan na dekhe
koso dur chala jata hai hasrat me didar ki
galti nahi sawar ki
kabu pana hai to babu lagam lagao babu pyar ki

dil ka tattu ad jata hai
gali dekh ke yaar ki galti nahi sawar ki
kabu pana hai to babu lagam lagao babu pyar ki

The heart's pony falters, stumbles slow,
At the sight of the beloved's lane, a truth you should know.
Not the rider's fault, but the soul's own sway,
To master it, friend, bridle love's way.

Why venture forth where the cart is sure to stick?
What fate awaits if your secrets quick
Are caught in the snare? Do you mistake
This road for a stable, for the law's own sake?
Not the rider's fault, but the soul's own plea,
To master it, friend, bridle love's decree.

Though the reins are in my hand, I cannot hold,
It dances to the glances, brave and bold.
It seeks no fodder, no worldly gain,
Only the beloved's face, to ease its pain.
Not the rider's fault, but the soul's desire,
To master it, friend, bridle love's fire.

This worthless pony, this heart, does not see,
The journey's burdens, it does flee,
Through deserts, through jungles, heedless and blind,
Nor guest, nor gatekeeper, can it find
To slow it, but races, miles away,
Consumed by the longing of a lover's day.
Not the rider's fault, but the soul's own ache,
To master it, friend, love's bridle take.

The heart's pony falters, stumbles slow,
At the sight of the beloved's lane, a truth you should know.
Not the rider's fault, but the soul's own sway,
To master it, friend, bridle love's way.