o jugni notayi nakhre wali
jugni noti hai
o jugni notayi nakhre wali
sare pinda di ehe pali
dil vich pyar bulande gali
oye phir mere ae ve jugni
chak de
bhai mere ae ve jugni
phir mere ae ve jugni aa gayi je
o sab de dila te cha gayi je

ho jugni kardi western dance
jugni karthi western
jugni kardi western dance
gentle man de naal romance
munde labh de phirde chance oye
phir mere ae ve jugni
bhai mere ae ve jugni
jugni angrezi padh di ae
naale kit mit bilo
naale kit mit bilo kardi ae

oye gal sun lai kaka
gal sun lai kaka
tere rab hi rakha
hun rab hi rakha
eh taan badi patakha
eh ladh di ae na darrdi phad ke
daang mure kadh di ae
o degree college padh di ae
naal fashion vashion kardi ae
o degree college padh di ae
naal fashion vashion kardi ae
bhene bandeya naal ladh di ae
aur laal bullet se chad di ae
phir mere ae ve jugni
hai mere ae ve jugni
oye tension layi
oye life set hai
jugni bachiya di, favorite hai

hai motor bike dekh khilauna
enne hawaijhaj bhi udauna
heavy vehicle pase landi
chaldi bus the eh chad jandi
over smart layi eh
tedhi kheer hai
par sacch poocho to
ehe heer hai
change lokan naal jud di ae
pher ticket an foreign udh di ae

ho jugni vekheya sab sanar
hulwa hogi je hushiyar
labbe final saccha pyar
agge puch na mere yaar
o phir mere ae ve jugni
bhai mere ae ve jugni kehndi ae
o london de vich rehndi ae
o london de vich
o london de vich rehndi ae haye

The Jugni, full of whims,
A playful sprite, she trims
The edges of our weary souls,
A heart that makes the wounded whole.
Love's whispers in the alley's sway,
My Jugni, come what may!
My Jugni, she has arrived,
And in each heart, she's thrived.

The Jugni dances, Western style,
With gentlemen, her charms beguile.
Boys are searching for a chance,
My Jugni, in a joyful dance.
She speaks in English, pure and bold,
With whispers, stories to be told.

Oh, listen close, young man,
May God protect you, if he can.
She's a firecracker, bold and bright,
Tearing through darkness with her light.
A scholar, college-bound and free,
With friends and foes, a mystery.
Upon a red bullet she rides,
My Jugni, where love presides.
For dance, for life, so set and true,
The children's darling, through and through.

I'll buy a bike, a soaring dream,
And planes that dance upon the stream.
She rides the heavy vehicles near,
And leaps upon the bus, so clear.
She is a challenge, sharp and keen,
But in truth, she is a queen.
With good folks, her spirit weaves,
Then rockets forth, as the world believes.

The Jugni sees the world's expanse,
A sweet taste for a second chance.
She seeks true love, a final prize,
Don't ask me more, my friend, be wise.
My Jugni, in her own space,
She lives in London's embrace.
In London's heart, her spirit thrives.