popat hu mai pyar ka aashik hu sarkar ka
chuti hai har bat ki or din bhi hai itwar ka
popat hu mai pyar ka aashik hu sarkar ka
chuti hai har bat ki or din bhi hai itwar ka
popat hu mai pyar ka

aaj gaya to kal som hai som bada dukh kari
som bada dukhkari magal ko hum mil na sakenge
mangal mujhpe bhari haye mangal mujhpe bhari
pyar ki bate are pyar ki bate aaj hi karle
pata nahi budhwar ka popat hu mai pyar ka
aashik hu sarkar ka chuti hai har bat ki
or din bhi hai itwar ka popat hu mai pyar ka

guru sukar ke wade chhodo aaj pe karlo
bharosha aaj pe karlo bharosha
are chalo kisi hotel me khale
pyar ka idli dhosa pyar ka itdi dhosa
sadhe sati sadhe sati shani gaya
ab ghar kya rishtedar ka
popat hu mai pyar ka aashik hu sarkar ka
chuti hai har bat ki or din bhi hai itwar ka
popat hu mai pyar ka

yahi pyar pooja ka din hai nam hai jiska sunday
nam hai jiska sunday apni kimati sat dino me
give me only one day please dedo mujhe
one day are kasam khuda ki
hafte bhar se pyasa hi didar ka popat hu mai pyar ka

A parrot I, of love's sweet song, a devotee of the Beloved's decree,
All restraints released, a day unbound, a Sunday, eternally free.
A parrot I, of love's sweet song, a devotee of the Beloved's decree,
All restraints released, a day unbound, a Sunday, eternally free.
A parrot I, of love's sweet song.

If today departs, Monday’s shadow falls, a sorrowful, heavy plight,
Monday's burden, alas, so grievous, will steal our meeting in the light.
The heavy hand of Tuesday descends, ah, its crushing, mournful weight,
So speak your love, speak your tender words, let love's fervor now elate,
For who knows what Wednesday brings? A parrot I, of love's sweet song,
A devotee of the Beloved's decree, all restraints released, the day is long,
A Sunday's ease, a blessed pause, a parrot I, of love's sweet song.

Let promises of Thursday and Friday fade, embrace the present's grace,
Trust in the moment, hold it close, in this fleeting, sacred space.
Come, let us dine in a humble place, and feast on love’s embrace,
On idli and dosa, a feast of hearts, love’s nourishing, gentle trace.
The Saturnine grip has fled, the trials are now undone,
What need for home or kin remains? My love’s race has begun,
A parrot I, of love's sweet song, a devotee of the Beloved's decree,
All restraints released, a day unbound, a Sunday, eternally free.
A parrot I, of love's sweet song.

This very day, the day of prayer, Sunday's sacred, hallowed name,
Sunday's sacred, hallowed name, amidst these precious, fleeting days,
Give me but one, grant me a day, just one, I now proclaim,
By the Almighty, I implore, a week I have yearned to gaze,
A week I have longed to see, this vision, this vibrant gleam,
A parrot I, of love's sweet song.