mere dil ki ho gayi chori
ram mere dil ki ho gayi chori
main kis se karu fariyaad haye
mere dil ki ho gayi chori

amma ji se bolu to mujhe maare bina na chhode
amma ji se bolu to mujhe maare bina na chhode
baba se kahu to mere ulte kaan marode
baba se kahu to mere ulte kaan marode
main kis se karu fariyaad haye
mere dil ki ho gayi chori
ram mere dil ki ho gayi chori

sakhiya meri badi chhichhori hans hans mujhko chhede
ram ji hans hans mujhko chhede
sacchi baat kahu to mujhse maange laddu pede
sacchi baat kahu to mujhse maange laddu pede
main kis se karu fariyaad haye
mere dil ki ho gayi chori
ram mere dil ki ho gayi chori

mere dil ka chor kahin jo haye
hath mere aa jaye
dil ka chor kahin jo haye
hath mere aa jaye
chori ke badle me mujhse
aisi saza wo paye
chori ke badle me mujhse
aisi saza wo paye
na main daalu paanv me bedi
na lohe ki kadiya
ram ji na lohe ki kadiya
chupke se pahna du apne hatho ki hathkadiya
chupke se pahna du apne hatho ki hathkadiya
main kis se karu fariyaad haye
mere dil ki ho gayi chori
ram mere dil ki ho gayi chori

mere dil ki ho gayi chori
ram mere dil ki ho gayi chori
main kis se karu fariyaad haye
mere dil ki ho gayi chori

My heart, a stolen treasure, gone,
Oh, Ram, my heart, now stolen on.
To whom shall I, my anguish, speak?
My heart, a treasure, lost and weak.

If Mother knows, she'll surely strike,
And leave me bruised, in endless night.
If Father hears, my ears he'll twist,
A punishment, my lips have kissed.
To whom shall I, my anguish, speak?
My heart, a treasure, lost and weak.
Oh, Ram, my heart, now stolen on.

My friends, so shallow, laugh and tease,
And mock my pain, upon the breeze.
If truth I tell, they'll ask for treats,
For sweets and cakes, and sugary feats.
To whom shall I, my anguish, speak?
My heart, a treasure, lost and weak.
Oh, Ram, my heart, now stolen on.

If I could find the thief, alas,
And hold him captive in my grasp...
Oh, if I could the thief behold,
My secret longings to unfold...
No chains of iron, cold and stark,
No heavy fetters in the dark.
Oh Ram, no heavy fetters bind,
But with my own hands, I'll entwine,
My love, my longing, in a clasp.
To whom shall I, my anguish, speak?
My heart, a treasure, lost and weak.
Oh, Ram, my heart, now stolen on.

My heart, a stolen treasure, gone,
Oh, Ram, my heart, now stolen on.
To whom shall I, my anguish, speak?
My heart, a treasure, lost and weak.