ek number ka mera sanam hai
jitni bhi tarif karu wo kam hai
ek number ka mera sanam hai
jitni bhi tarif karu wo kam hai
haye ram buddhe me bada dum hai
haye ram buddhe me bada dum hai
haye ram buddhe me bada dum hai
haye ram buddhe me bada dum hai
ek number ka mera sanam hai
jitni bhi tarif karu wo kam hai
haye ram buddhe me bada dum hai
haye ram buddhe me bada dum hai
haye ram buddhe me bada dum hai
haye ram buddhe me bada dum hai

ek din main boli buddhe se, tu hai bada anadi
aise kab tak chalegi, tere pyar ki chhukchhuk gaadi
ek din main boli buddhe se, tu hai bada anadi
aise kab tak chalegi, tere pyar ki chhukchhuk gaadi
duje din bazaar se buddha, le aaya ek sadi
bola tera jhutha bhram hai
jitni bhi tarif karu wo kam hai
haye ram buddhe me bada dum hai
haye ram buddhe me bada dum hai
haye ram buddhe me bada dum hai
haye ram buddhe me bada dum hai

ek din main boli buddhe se, tu hai barf ka gola
dhire dhire thanda pad gaya, tere pyar ka shola
ek din main boli buddhe se, tu hai barf ka gola
dhire dhire thanda pad gaya, tere pyar ka shola
khhans ke buddha, khhans ke buddha ludak gaya
phir uthke mujhse bola, buddha kya jawano se kam hai
are jitni bhi tarif karu wo kam hai
haye ram buddhe me bada dum hai
haye ram buddhe me bada dum hai
haye ram buddhe me bada dum hai
haye ram buddhe me bada dum hai
ek number ka mera sanam hai
jitni bhi tarif karu wo kam hai
haye ram buddhe me bada dum hai
haye ram buddhe me bada dum hai
haye ram buddhe me bada dum hai
haye ram buddhe me bada dum hai

My beloved, a champion true,
Words of praise, a paltry few.
My beloved, a champion true,
Words of praise, a paltry few.
Oh, Rama, strength in age's hold,
Oh, Rama, a story to be told.
Oh, Rama, strength in age's hold,
Oh, Rama, a story to be told.
My beloved, a champion true,
Words of praise, a paltry few.
Oh, Rama, strength in age's hold,
Oh, Rama, a story to be told.
Oh, Rama, strength in age's hold,
Oh, Rama, a story to be told.

One day I spoke, "You're clumsy, dear,
Your love, a train, year after year."
One day I spoke, "You're clumsy, dear,
Your love, a train, year after year."
Next day, from market, a saree bright,
He brought, dispelling my fading light.
Said, "Your doubt, a fragile dream,"
Words of praise, a paltry stream.
Oh, Rama, strength in age's hold,
Oh, Rama, a story to be told.
Oh, Rama, strength in age's hold,
Oh, Rama, a story to be told.

One day I said, "You're ice, it's true,
Your fiery love, now cooled for you."
One day I said, "You're ice, it's true,
Your fiery love, now cooled for you."
Coughing, he fell, then rose anew,
Looked at me and said, "I'm young it's true?"
"Am I less than youth, my dear?"
Words of praise, a paltry fear.
Oh, Rama, strength in age's hold,
Oh, Rama, a story to be told.
Oh, Rama, strength in age's hold,
Oh, Rama, a story to be told.
My beloved, a champion true,
Words of praise, a paltry few.
Oh, Rama, strength in age's hold,
Oh, Rama, a story to be told.
Oh, Rama, strength in age's hold,
Oh, Rama, a story to be told.