mai laila laila chilaunga, kurta phad ke
o mai laila laila chilaunga, kurta phad ke
mai tera majnu ban jaunga, kurta phad ke
kurta phad sab chhod , chhad mai ho gaya diwana
mai majnu majnu chilaungi, kurta phad ke
mai teri laila ban jaungi kurta phad ke
kurta phad sab chhod , chhad mai ho gayi diwani
oye mai laila laila chilaunga, kurta phad ke
mai majnu majnu chilaungi, kurta phad ke

mujhe bana le apna dulha, ganda pada hua hai chulha
ek bar tu de de mauka, phunk du tera chulha choka
arey mujhe bana le apna dulha, ganda pada hua hai chulha
ek bar tu de de mauka phunk du, tera chulha choka
mai laila laila chilaunga, kurta phad ke
mai majnu majnu chilaungi, kurta phad ke

rab ne likhe jo phere, tere sath na lungi phere
apn edin bhi aayenge achhe, das barha phir honge bachche
oye rab ne likhe jo phere, tere sath na lungi phere
apn edin bhi aayenge achhe, das barha phir honge bachche
tere bachcho ko khilau, kurta phad ke
mai laila laila chilaunga, kurta phad ke
kurta phad sab chhod , chhad mai ho gayi diwani
oye mai laila laila chilaunga, kurta phad ke
mai majnu majnu chilaungi, kurta phad ke
mai tera majnu ban jaunga, kurta phad ke
mai teri laila ban jaungi, kurta phad ke
mai laila laila chilaunga, kurta phad ke

I shall tear my shirt and cry for Laila,
I shall tear my shirt and cry for Laila,
I shall become your Majnu, tearing my shirt,
Leaving all behind, I've become insane.
I shall tear my shirt and cry for Majnu,
I shall become your Laila, tearing my shirt,
Leaving all behind, I've become mad.
I shall tear my shirt and cry for Laila,
I shall tear my shirt and cry for Majnu.

Make me your groom, your hearth is cold,
Give me but one chance, I'll ignite your world.
Oh, make me your groom, your hearth is cold,
Give me but one chance, I'll ignite your world.
I shall tear my shirt and cry for Laila,
I shall tear my shirt and cry for Majnu.

God has ordained our vows, with you I'll take them,
Our days of joy will come, a dozen children we'll raise.
Oh, God has ordained our vows, with you I'll take them,
Our days of joy will come, a dozen children we'll raise.
I shall feed your children, tearing my shirt,
I shall tear my shirt and cry for Laila,
Leaving all behind, I've become mad.
Oh, I shall tear my shirt and cry for Laila,
I shall tear my shirt and cry for Majnu,
I shall become your Majnu, tearing my shirt,
I shall become your Laila, tearing my shirt,
I shall tear my shirt and cry for Laila.