miya ji chori chori babu ji chori chori
mulakat na karo hey mulakat na karo
ankho ke isharo se koi baat na
karo ji koi baat na karo
miya ji chori chori babu ji chori chori
mulakat na karo hey mulakat na karo
ankho ke isharo se koi baat
na karo ji koi baat na karo

dekho ji dekho na tirchi najar se ha tirchi najar se
dekho ji dekho na tirchi najar se ha tirchi najar se
ayegi awaj haye dil se jigar se o dil se jigar
ayegi awaj haye dil se jigar se o dil se jigar
parda gira ke ji din ko raat na karo din ko raat na karo

ankho ke ishare se koi baat na
karo ji koi baat na karo
miya ji chori chori babu ji chori chori
mulakat na karo hey mulakat na karo
ankho ke ishare se koi baat
na karo ji koi baat na karo

punjabi pukare mere dil di turaani dil di turaani
maratha pukare tu hai changali mastani tu hai changali
maratha pukare tu hai changali mastani tu hai changali
kahe marvadi thahro mukhada pyaro
bole gujrati tara nach che saro nach che saro
bole gujrati tara nach che saro nach che saro

is dilli wale bhaiye ki is muchhowale bhaiye
is lathiwale bhaiye ki to baat na karo ji
koi baat na karo ankho ke ishare se
koi baat na karo aji koi baat na karo
miya ji chori chori babu ji chori chori
mulakat na karo aji ha mulakat na karo
ankho ke ishare se koi baat
na karo aji ha baat na karo

Let whispers meet in the hush of night,
Where glances steal a hidden, burning light.
Do not convene, oh, do not meet,
Nor speak in eyes, where secrets greet.

Do not converse in hidden, veiled guise,
Where stolen glances set the soul's sunrise.
Do not convene, oh, do not meet,
Nor speak in eyes, where secrets greet.

Gaze not askance, with sidelong stare,
For whispers rise, a burden to bear.
From heart's deep core, a voice will bloom,
Beneath the veil, in shadowed room.
Let the day's bright curtain fall,
Do not make the twilight call.

Do not converse in hidden, veiled guise,
Where stolen glances set the soul's sunrise.
Do not convene, oh, do not meet,
Nor speak in eyes, where secrets greet.

The Punjabi heart, its spirit cries,
"My heart's beloved, before my eyes!"
The Maratha voice, a sweet refrain,
"You are a beauty, sun and rain."
The Maratha voice, a sweet refrain,
"You are a beauty, sun and rain."
The Marwari speaks, her face so dear,
The Gujarati sings, your dance is clear.
The Gujarati sings, your dance is clear.

This Delhi brother, in mustache's hold,
The staff-armed brother, tales untold.
Do not speak of them, let silence be,
Nor speak in eyes, for you and me.
Do not converse in hidden, veiled guise,
Where stolen glances set the soul's sunrise.
Do not convene, oh, do not meet,
Nor speak in eyes, where secrets greet.