madam moti, niyat ki khoti
o madam moti, niyat ki khoti
o nakhre karti hain, hamse ladti hain
tauba karti hain darti hain kyu, pyar se
o mister gattu, are nikhattu
o mister gattu, are nikhattu
o lafda karta hain, aahe bharta hain
paanw padta hain, marta hain kyu khaar se
o madam moti

tera baap mere bap ko bana gaya
bhola bhalal baapu mera dhokha kha gaya
tera baap mere bap ko bana gaya
bhola bhalal baapu mera dhokha kha gaya
are bhai deke mujhko fansi
hay khud chala gaya
ke tu bhi aata tha, khud bulata tha
tohfe la la ke deta tha baazar se
o madam moti, niyat ki khoti
o nakhre karti hain, hmse ladti hain
tauba karti hain darti hain kyu pyar se
o mister gattu

bijaliya chhupi thi meri chal dhal me
fans gayi main pyaar karke tere jaal me
bijaliya chhupi thi meri chal dhal me
fans gayi main pyaar karke tere jaal me
dekh dubli ho gayi hu ek saal me
jhuth bakti hain, kyo matkati hain
jakhmi karti hain, nakhro ki talwaar se
o mister gattu, are nikhattu
o lafda karta hain, aahe bharta hain
paanw padta hain, marta hain kyu khaar se
o madam moti

thag liya hain tune, ye rapat likhaunga
tu to mujhko kahta tha, ki ab na aaunga
thag liya hain tune, ye rapat likhaunga
tu to mujhko kahta tha, ki ab na aaunga
are chhod chhad tujhko, hardwar jaaunga
o pede batungi, cake katungi
jaan chhutegi jo meri sarkaar se
o madam moti, niyat ki khoti
o nakhre karti hain, hamse ladti hain
tauba karti hain darti hain kyu, pyar se
o mistar gattu, o madam moti
are nikhattu, niyat ki khoti

Madam Moti, a heart of deceit,
Madam Moti, a heart of deceit.
You flaunt and you fight, you always deny,
Yet fear and recoil, why from love's heat?
Oh, Mr. Gattu, a worthless wretch,
Oh, Mr. Gattu, a worthless wretch.
You cause all this strife, you sigh and you moan,
Then grovel and die, why from love's heat?
Oh, Madam Moti.

Your father ensnared my father's trust,
My simple father, he was led astray.
Your father ensnared my father's trust,
My simple father, he was led astray.
He left me to be hanged,
Oh, he then went away!
You would come and go, you would call and call,
Bearing gifts bought from the marketplace.
Oh, Madam Moti, a heart of deceit,
You flaunt and you fight, you always deny,
Yet fear and recoil, why from love's heat?
Oh, Mr. Gattu.

Lightning once danced within my stride,
Now trapped by your love, I can't hide.
Lightning once danced within my stride,
Now trapped by your love, I can't hide.
See how I've withered, in a year's tide,
You lie and preen, you always tease,
You wound with your words, like a cruel sword's bite.
Oh, Mr. Gattu, a worthless wretch,
You cause all this strife, you sigh and you moan,
Then grovel and die, why from love's heat?
Oh, Madam Moti.

You've deceived me, I'll lodge a complaint,
You swore you'd be gone, you said you wouldn't taint.
You've deceived me, I'll lodge a complaint,
You swore you'd be gone, you said you wouldn't taint.
I'll leave you behind, to Haridwar I'll depart!
I'll give out sweets, I'll cut the cake,
My soul will escape, freed from your dark art.
Oh, Madam Moti, a heart of deceit,
You flaunt and you fight, you always deny,
Yet fear and recoil, why from love's heat?
Oh, Mr. Gattu, Oh, Madam Moti,
A worthless wretch, a heart of deceit.