upar wale ne jaldi me likhi meri takdir
bhul gaya mere hath me dena joru ki lakir
upar wale ne jaldi me likhi meri takdir
bhul gaya mere hath me dena joru ki lakir
haye re haye bad mera luck
bada hai said mera luck
haye re haye bad mera luck
bada hai said mera luck
upar wale ne jaldi me likhi meri takdir
bhul gaya mere hath me dena joru ki lakir

damdi mal kai ladki ho
ya dolat ram ki sali
damdi mal kai ladki ho
ya dolat ram ki sali
apne ghar me bhej de malik
koi chudiyo wali
apne ghar me bhej de malik
koi chudiyo wali
hoye gore gore hatho se jo mujh khilaye khir
bhul gaya mere hath me dena joru ki lakir
upar wale ne jaldi me likhi meri takdir
bhul gaya mere hath me dena joru ki lakir

are daya kare koi ladki wala rahu na kahi kawara
ek pahiye ki gadi par firu kab tak mara mara
ek pahiye ki gadi par firu kab tak mara mara
dil ka friam hai khali koi ban jaye tasveer
bhul gaya mere hath me dena joru ki lakir
haye re haye bad mera luck
bada hai said mera luck
upar wale ne jaldi me likhi meri takdir
bhul gaya mere hath me dena joru ki lakir

Fate, the divine pen, rushed in haste,
Forged my destiny, a hurried taste.
Forgot to etch, in lines upon my palm,
The tender curve, a wife's embracing charm.

Oh, woe, my fate, a cruel decree,
So sad, so bleak, what's meant for me.
Oh, woe, my fate, a cruel decree,
So sad, so bleak, eternally.
Fate, the divine pen, rushed in haste,
Forged my destiny, a hurried taste.
Forgot to etch, in lines upon my palm,
The tender curve, a wife's embracing charm.

Whether Damdi Mal's daughter fair,
Or Dault Ram's sister, beyond compare,
Send to my home, dear Lord above,
A woman graced, with rings of love.
Send to my home, dear Lord above,
A woman graced, with rings of love.
With hands so fair, to feed me sweet,
The kheer's soft warmth, a loving treat.
Forgot to etch, in lines upon my palm,
The tender curve, a wife's embracing charm.
Fate, the divine pen, rushed in haste,
Forged my destiny, a hurried taste.
Forgot to etch, in lines upon my palm,
The tender curve, a wife's embracing charm.

Oh, may compassion touch some heart,
To mend my state, and play my part.
On a one-wheeled cart, how long to roam?
Lost and adrift, far from my home.
On a one-wheeled cart, how long to roam?
Lost and adrift, far from my home.
My heart's frame empty, yearning to be,
A captured portrait, for all to see.
Forgot to etch, in lines upon my palm,
The tender curve, a wife's embracing charm.
Oh, woe, my fate, a cruel decree,
So sad, so bleak, eternally.
Fate, the divine pen, rushed in haste,
Forged my destiny, a hurried taste.
Forgot to etch, in lines upon my palm,
The tender curve, a wife's embracing charm.