sara din bas bas duty duty
sara din bas bas duty duty duty rehti naam ki
saiya teri naukri haaye mere kis kaam ki
sara din bas bas duty duty duty rehti naam ki
saiya teri naukri haaye mere kis kaam ki
sara din bas duty duty

pyaar bhare geeto ke mukhde ban gaye dil ke tukde
pyaar bhare geeto ke mukhde ban gaye dil ke tukde
kisko fursat dekhe mere toote dil ke tukade
pyaar kiya ya kari gulaami pyaar kiya ya kari gulaami
mene subah sham ki saiya teri naukri hay mere kis kaam ki
sara din bas duty duty

ek to mere dil mein reh gayi mere dil ki baatein
ek to mere dil mein reh gayi mere dil ki baatein
duje meri jaan jala ve ye sawan ki rate
us par toba ye angdayi us par toba ye angdayi
haay duhayi ram ki saiya teri naukri hay mere kis kaam ki
sara din bas duty duty

ji chahe ye sharmo haya ka ghungat aaj utha du
ji chahe ye sharmo haya ka ghungat aaj utha du
pyas bujha lu apni tere dil mein aag laga du
aa hoto se mujhe laga le aa hoto se mujhe laga le
main hu masti jaam ki
saiya teri naukri haaye mere kis kaam ki
sara din bas bas duty duty duty rehti naam ki
saiya teri naukri haaye mere kis kaam ki

All day, just duty, duty,
All day, just duty, duty, duty, a phantom’s plea,
My love, your labor, alas, of what use to me?
All day, just duty, duty, duty, a phantom’s plea,
My love, your labor, alas, of what use to me?
All day, just duty, duty.

The verses of love’s songs, shattered into pieces,
The verses of love’s songs, shattered into pieces.
Who has time to see my broken heart’s deceases?
Did I love, or did I enslave? Did I love, or did I enslave?
I, morn and evening, sigh. My love, your labor, alas, of what use to me?
All day, just duty, duty.

One, the unspoken words that linger in my heart,
One, the unspoken words that linger in my heart,
Two, these monsoon nights that set my soul apart.
And then, alas, this languor, and then, alas, this languor,
Oh, what a plea to God! My love, your labor, alas, of what use to me?
All day, just duty, duty.

My soul yearns to lift this veil of shame and grace,
My soul yearns to lift this veil of shame and grace,
Quench my thirst, ignite the fire in your embrace.
Come, drink me from your lips, come, drink me from your lips,
I am the wine of ecstasy.
My love, your labor, alas, of what use to me?
All day, just duty, duty, duty, a phantom’s plea,
My love, your labor, alas, of what use to me?