o babu
o babu aabaad rahega duniya ka ye mela
o babu aabaad rahega duniya ka ye mela
koi sang rahe preetam ke
koi sang rahe preetam ke, koi rahe akela
o babu aabaad rahega duniya ka ye mela

yahi raup se pyaar kiya fir
tu kyu aankh churaaye
yahi raup se pyaar kiya fir
tu kyu aankh churaaye
ye jaadu ka khel hai babu jo maange mil jaaye
ye jaadu ka khel hai babu jo maange mil jaaye
har panchhi ne sath dhunda
tu kyu ude akela
har panchhi ne sath dhunda
tu kyu ude akela
o babu aabaad rahega duniya ka ye mela
o babu aabaad rahega duniya ka ye mela

aakar chale na jaaye raja
chale na jaye raja
pyaar ke din rangile
aakar chale na jaaye raja
chale na jaye raja
pyaar ke din rangile
dilwaalo ko mile mohabbat
khade rahe sharmile
dilwaalo ko mile mohabbat
khade rahe sharmile
rup se aankh churaane waale
kis jogi ka chela
rup se aankh churaane waale
kis jogi ka chela
o babu aabaad rahega duniya ka ye mela
o babu aabaad rahega duniya ka ye mela

Oh, Beloved,
the world's fair thrives, a vibrant stage,
Oh, Beloved,
the world's fair thrives, a vibrant stage.
Some find solace in a lover's embrace,
Some walk alone, their lonely cage.
Oh, Beloved,
the world's fair thrives, a vibrant stage.

With this very form, love was once made,
Why now, do you avert your gaze?
This is magic's game, dear one, what you seek, is laid,
This is magic's game, dear one, what you seek, is laid.
Every bird seeks a companion's flight,
Why do you soar alone, in haze?
Every bird seeks a companion's flight,
Why do you soar alone, in haze?
Oh, Beloved,
the world's fair thrives, a vibrant stage.
Oh, Beloved,
the world's fair thrives, a vibrant stage.

Lest the King depart, never to return,
Lest the King depart, never to return,
Love's days are painted, brightly burn.
Lest the King depart, never to return,
Love's days are painted, brightly burn.
Lovers find their hearts' desire,
While the shy ones wait, and yearn.
Lovers find their hearts' desire,
While the shy ones wait, and yearn.
You who turn from beauty's spark,
Whose disciple are you, to mourn?
You who turn from beauty's spark,
Whose disciple are you, to mourn?
Oh, Beloved,
the world's fair thrives, a vibrant stage.
Oh, Beloved,
the world's fair thrives, a vibrant stage.