sabr ki mithi chashni me bhigo ke
waqt khada hai martbaan me leke
le chakh le ye murabba le chakh le ye murabba
dil me rakh le ye murabba
dil me rakh le rakh le ye murabba

zindagi jaise iski zaat hai
jitni jyada umr hai baat hai
beet kar jitne mausam chhu gaye
utne iske seene me jazbaat hai
kal se jyada aaj dar lagta hai
kal phir khana behtar lagta hai

le chakh le ye murabba le chakh le ye murabba
dil me rakh le ye murabba
dil me rakh le rakh le ye murabba
rakh le rakh le murabba murabba murabba

Soaked in patience, a sweet preserve,
Time waits, jar held, a heart to serve.
Taste this confit, the depths convene,
Keep this sweetness in your heart, unseen.

Life's essence, in its very core,
The older it grows, the more to explore.
Seasons passed, a gentle hand,
Emotions etched, across the land.
Tomorrow's shadow, fear takes hold,
Today's meal, a story told.
Taste this confit, a final plea,
Keep this sweetness, eternally.
Hold it close, the sweetest art,
Confit, confit, within your heart.