haule haule jiya dole
haule haule jiya dole
sapno ke van me papiha man ka pi pi bole
haule haule jiya dole
sapno ke van me papiha man ka pi pi bole

mile mujhe rasiya balam man basiya
mile mujhe rasiya balam man basiya
khushiyo ke din aa gaye
aayi meri duniya me jhumti bahare
aayi meri duniya me jhumti bahare
rang anokhe chha gaye
rang anokhe chha gaye
lage bechain se naino me madira koyi ghole
haule haule jiya dole
sapno ke van me papiha man ka pi pi bole

haye jb saiya thamegi meri baiya
haye jb saiya thamegi meri baiya
najo se mar jaungi
chhuyenge kaliya to dungi duhiya
hath na unke aaungi hath na unke aaungi
nina mila k na jane balma kya kya bole
sapno ke van me papiha man ka pi pi bole

jhume mera manva kamal khile dil ke
jhume mera manva kamal khile dil ke
duniya suhani ho gayi
piya se lagan ki suni jo maine batiya
piya se lagan ki suni jo maine batiya
main toh diwani ho gayi
main toh diwani ho gayi
lage bechain se saiya ghunghatwa mora khole
haule haule jiya dole
sapno ke van me papiha man ka pi pi bole

Slowly, the soul now sways,
Slowly, the soul now sways.
In dream-forests, the soul-bird cries,
"Pi-pi" it says.
Slowly, the soul now sways.
In dream-forests, the soul-bird cries,
"Pi-pi" it says.

I find my love, my heart's delight,
I find my love, my heart's delight.
Days of joy have come at last,
In my world, spring arrives, dancing,
In my world, spring arrives, dancing.
Colors unknown now cast,
Colors unknown now cast.
My restless eyes, as wine they pour,
Slowly, the soul now sways.
In dream-forests, the soul-bird cries,
"Pi-pi" it says.

When my love will hold my hand,
When my love will hold my hand,
With grace, I shall expire,
I will not reach for him, I will not reach for him.
Eyes meeting, my love speaks, of the unknown,
In dream-forests, the soul-bird cries,
"Pi-pi" it says.

My heart dances, lotuses bloom in its core,
My heart dances, lotuses bloom in its core.
The world has become so beautiful,
Hearing tales of love from my beloved,
Hearing tales of love from my beloved,
I have become his mad one,
I have become his mad one.
My love, restless, lifts my veil's door,
Slowly, the soul now sways.
In dream-forests, the soul-bird cries,
"Pi-pi" it says.