tu gaddar sahi tu makkar sahi
tu gaddar sahi tu makkar sahi
hamara yara purana hai tujhe inkar sahi
hamara yara purana hai tujhe inkar sahi
nahi hamse tujhko tujhko paise se pyar sahi
lagale botal hotho se ghut do char sahi
maja aa jayega yara nasha cha jayega yara
tu gaddar sahi tu makkar sahi
hamara yara purana hai tujhe inkar sahi

jamana dolega khazana kholega
jamana dolega khazana kholega
ali baba khul ja sim sim sawere bolega
dharam kate me lut ka mal barabar tolega
dharam kate me lut ka mal barabar tolega
ye diwana apni mahbub ka ghunghat kholega
maja aa jayega yara nasha cha jayega yara
tu gaddar sahi tu makkar sahi
hamara yara purana hai tujhe inkar sahi

ho aa aa na sokh jamino ka na sokh nagino ka
najar ki chah mujhe arman nahi in teeno ka
mai pyasa hu kayi salo ka kayi mahino ka
mai pyasa hu kayi salo ka kayi mahino ka
laga dunga mai mela ghar me sokh hasino ka
maja aa jayega yara nasha cha jayega yara
tu gaddar sahi tu makkar sahi
hamara yara purana hai tujhe inkar sahi

kahu matwalo se o bachna jalo se
kahu matwalo se o bachna jalo se
abhi to kitni dur hai dilli hum dilwalo se
abhi to kitni dur hai dilli hum dilwalo se
idhar aao na dil bahlao sirf khyalo se
idhar aao na dil bahlao sirf khyalo se
na kho jana na so jana lipat ke pyalo se
maja aa jayega yara nasha cha jayega yara
maja aa jayega yara nasha cha jayega yara

You, the traitor, you, the deceiver, it's true,
You, the traitor, you, the deceiver, it's true,
My old friend, I still love you, despite you.
My old friend, I still love you, despite you.
You don't love me, you love the coin, it's true.
Raise the bottle to your lips, a few quick sips.
You'll feel the joy, my friend, the intoxication will bloom.
You, the traitor, you, the deceiver, it's true,
My old friend, I still love you, despite you.

The world will tremble, the treasure will unfold.
The world will tremble, the treasure will unfold.
Ali Baba, open sesame, dawn will be told.
On the scales of faith, the stolen goods will be sold.
On the scales of faith, the stolen goods will be sold.
This madman will lift the veil of his beloved.
You'll feel the joy, my friend, the intoxication will bloom.
You, the traitor, you, the deceiver, it's true,
My old friend, I still love you, despite you.

Oh, I desire not lands, nor precious stones.
I crave but your gaze, not these, my wants unknown.
I thirst for years, for months, alone.
I thirst for years, for months, alone.
I'll fill my home with a fair of beautiful women, my own.
You'll feel the joy, my friend, the intoxication will bloom.
You, the traitor, you, the deceiver, it's true,
My old friend, I still love you, despite you.

I tell the drunken ones, "Beware the snares."
I tell the drunken ones, "Beware the snares."
Delhi is still far from us, the pure hearts, it declares.
Delhi is still far from us, the pure hearts, it declares.
Come here, don't just entertain hearts with just thoughts.
Come here, don't just entertain hearts with just thoughts.
Do not get lost, do not sleep, embrace your wine.
You'll feel the joy, my friend, the intoxication will bloom.
You'll feel the joy, my friend, the intoxication will bloom.