gadho par baith kar hum shehar ke chakkar lagayenge
ho hi isi kabil
hume tumse mahobat hai ye duniya ko batayenge
qurban jaun tumhare batane pe
dekho dekho hazur ye hai khate angur
aji chhodo ye hath nahi aayenge
oo meri jannat ki hur tu hai arabi khazur
tere saye me zindagi bitayege
dekho dekho hazur ye hain khatte angur
aji chhodo ye hath nahi ayege

achha lage hai mujhe o meri bulbul
gana tera chahachahana tera
achha lage na mujhe o pichhe pichhe
aana tera khilakhilana tera
achha lage na mujhe oo pichhe pichhe
aana tera khilakhilana tera
teri ankhe billur mithe mithe angur
inhe sharabat banake pi jayege
dekho dekho hazur ye hai khatte angur
aji chhodo ye hath nahi aayenge
o meri jannat ki hur tu hai arabi khazur
tere saye me zindagi bitayenge

bhula nahi hai mujhe nazare jhuka kar
aana tera muskurana tera
mujhko bhi yaad hai pehla tamacha
khana tera bhag jana tera
mujhko bhi yaad hai pehla tamacha
khana tera bhag jana tera
jo karegi gurur hum ban ke langur
tere kuchhe me udham machayege
dekho dekho hazur ye hai khatte angur
aji chhodo ye hath nahi aayenge
o meri jannat ki hur tu hai arabi khazur
tere saaye me zindagi bitayenge
dekho dekho hazur ye hai khatte angur
aji chhodo ye hath nahi ayenge

Upon asses' backs, we'll ride the city's sprawl,
For this, we are made.
"We love you," to the world we will call,
Sacrifice on your word, unafraid.

Behold, behold, sirs, the sour grapes appear,
Leave them be, they will never be ours.
O, my paradise nymph, you, the date, so dear,
In your shade, we'll spend all of life's hours.
Behold, behold, sirs, the sour grapes appear,
Leave them be, they will never be ours.

Your song, oh my nightingale, delights me so,
Your tinkling, too, does please.
But your following, it does not bestow,
Your laughter's echo, brings no ease.
But your following, it does not bestow,
Your laughter's echo, brings no ease.
Your eyes, crystal pools, sweet grapes so true,
We'll crush them, and drink the sweet juice.
Behold, behold, sirs, the sour grapes appear,
Leave them be, they will never be ours.
O, my paradise nymph, you, the date, so dear,
In your shade, we'll spend all of life's hours.

I have not forgotten, with eyes downcast,
Your coming, your smile so bright.
I recall the first slap, so fast,
Your fleeing, disappearing from sight.
I recall the first slap, so fast,
Your fleeing, disappearing from sight.
If you dare to be haughty, we'll be the ape,
And in your garden, we'll play a riotous state.
Behold, behold, sirs, the sour grapes appear,
Leave them be, they will never be ours.
O, my paradise nymph, you, the date, so dear,
In your shade, we'll spend all of life's hours.
Behold, behold, sirs, the sour grapes appear,
Leave them be, they will never be ours.