mohe bikta sajan mil jaye
haye re mohe bikta sajan mil jaye
to lelu ise jan bechake haye mai lelu ise jan bechke
aise saude me pahle dil jaye
ho aise saude me pahle dil jaye
mile na piya jan bechke ho mile na piya jan bechke

preet nagri ki aisi hi reet hai preet nagri ki aisi hi reet hai
jo bhi hara yaha uski hi jeet hai
jo bhi hara yaha uski hi jeet hai
jau tujhpe mai wari rabba haye haye
aisa teer laga kari rabba haye haye jau tujhpe mai wari
aisa teer laga kari tujhe dekhu to dil hil jaye
mai lelu ise jan bechke mile na piya jan bechke
mohe bikta sajan mil jaye
haye re mohe bikta sajan mil jaye
to lelu ise jan bechake haye mai lelu ise jan bechke

mithi mithi muraliya bajaye ja mithi mithi muraliya bajaye ja
meri payal ko nagme sikhaye ja
meri payal ko nagme sikhaye ja
yahi mera hai irada rabba haye haye
banu sham ki mai radha rabba haye haye
yahi mera hai irada banu sham ki mai radha
saiya naino me ghul mil jaye
mai lelu ise jan bechke mile na piya jan bechke
mohe bikta sajan mil jaye
haye re mohe bikta sajan mil jaye
to lelu ise jan bechake haye mai lelu ise jan bechke
aise saude me pahle dil jaye
ho aise saude me pahle dil jaye
mile na piya jan bechke ho mile na piya jan bechke

If the Beloved could be bought and sold,
Oh, if the Beloved could be bought and sold,
I'd trade my very life, I would,
For such a bargain, the heart is first to be sold,
Ah, in such a deal, the heart is first to be sold,
Yet, the Beloved cannot be won by selling one's life.

Love's city, this is its custom,
Love's city, this is its custom,
The one who loses here, truly wins,
The one who loses here, truly wins,
I am devoted to you, Lord, oh,
A dark arrow has struck me, Lord, oh, I am devoted to you,
Such a dark arrow has struck, I see you and my heart trembles,
I'd trade my very life, I would,
Yet, the Beloved cannot be won by selling one's life.
If the Beloved could be bought and sold,
Oh, if the Beloved could be bought and sold,
I'd trade my very life, I would,

Play on, play on your sweet flute,
Play on, play on your sweet flute,
Teach my anklets melodies,
Teach my anklets melodies,
This is my only intention, Lord, oh,
To become Shyam's Radha, oh,
This is my only intention, to become Shyam's Radha,
Let the beloved melt into my eyes,
I'd trade my very life, I would,
Yet, the Beloved cannot be won by selling one's life.
If the Beloved could be bought and sold,
Oh, if the Beloved could be bought and sold,
I'd trade my very life, I would,
For such a bargain, the heart is first to be sold,
Ah, in such a deal, the heart is first to be sold,
Yet, the Beloved cannot be won by selling one's life.