haye kal rat darwaje ki o sakal khadak gayi
haye kal rat darwaje ki haye sakal khadak gayi
darwaja khola to baniya khada tha
jarde ka pan uske muh me daba tha
kal rat darwaje ki ho sakal khadak gayi

ari khol ri kiwadiya jara ari khol ri kiwadiya jara
kamre ke andar bula pyari kamre ke andar bula
sone ka palanwa mai tujhko managadu
ghr ko bana du mai kila
bhaga tabhi ghar se jab mai bhadak gayi
kal rat darwaje ki ho sakal khadak gayi

kal rat darwaje ki ho sakal khadak gayi
darwaja khola to darji khada tha
bedi tapake ghar ki shidi chadha tha
ka lrat darwaje ki haye sakal khadak gayi
ari khol ri kiwadiya jara ari khol ri kiwadiya jara
kamre ke andar bula rani hamko bhi andar bula
salme sitare angiya ke tapu darji bada tha chulbula
sunke bani bijlai mai to uspe kadak gayi
kal rat darwaje ki ho sakal khadak gayi

kal rat darwaje ki ho sakal khadak gayi
darawaja khola tha raja khada tha
mujhko laga wo pyasa khada tha
kal rat darwaje ki ho sakal khadak gayi
maine khol ke kiwadiya kaha kamre ke andar to aa
raja kamre me jab aa gaya
chandi ki gilasiya me jab dudh leke aayi
dhar pakdi usne kalai
chori chori dekha maine lete angdayi use
chori chori dekha maine lete angdayi use
jhat se sejariya sajayi
age kahu kya mai juba haye haye atak gayi

Last night, the latch, it wept, a mournful sound,
Last night, the latch, a sorrow I had found.
I opened wide, a merchant stood in wait,
Betel's crimson stain, sealed his fate.
Last night, the latch, its lament profound.

Open the door, I bid you, open wide,
Draw me in, within you I confide.
A golden bed, I offer as my prize,
A fortress built, before your wondering eyes.
I fled his greed, my spirit now defied.
Last night, the latch, its sorrow amplified.

Last night, the latch, its sorrow now a plea,
I opened wide, a tailor stood by me.
He scaled the walls, the staircase he did climb,
Last night, the latch, chimed in space and time.
Open the door, I bid you, set me free,
Draw me in, within my chambers, let it be.
A bodice stitched, a glittering, tempting art,
The tailor bold, had captured my tender heart.
I flashed with ire, the storm now set free.
Last night, the latch, its sorrow, perpetually.

Last night, the latch, its echo in the air,
I opened wide, a king stood, standing there.
He seemed to thirst, a longing to assuage,
Last night, the latch, upon life's gilded stage.
I opened wide, as he declared his share,
The king then entered, beyond compare.
I brought him milk, in silver vessels bright,
He seized my wrist, in the fading light.
I watched him then, in secret, taking ease,
I watched him then, his quiet, gentle pleas,
Quickly, I fled, my shame's release.
What more to tell? My tongue is now in chains.