kaisi bhi kanya se pad jaye pala
naram ho garam ho, jal ho ke jwala
kaise khola jaye uske dil ka taala
kaise khola jaye uske dil ka taala
pesh karo jisko pasand jo masala
kudi pat jayegi, pat jayegi
kudi pat jayegi, lipat jayegi
khud pyar me aake lipat jayegi
kaisi bhi kanya se pad jaye pala
naram ho garam ho, jal ho ke jwala
kaise khola jaye uske dil ka taala
kaise khola jaye uske dil ka taala
pesh karo jisko pasand jo masala
kudi pat jayegi, pat jayegi
kudi pat jayegi, lipat jayegi
khud pyar me aake lipat jayegi

o kudi punjab di, pankhdi gulaab di
rani ban jaye agar kabhi tere khaab di
chhup chhup jaye ye to jhalak dikha ke
hatho se nikal jaye hatho me aake
ganne ke khet me usko le ja ke
are ganne ke khet me usko le ja ke
dil ki kahani kaho ganna chusa ke
kudi pat jayegi, pat jayegi
kudi pat jayegi, lipat jayegi
khud pyar me aake lipat jayegi

sundri bengal ki, bade hi kamaal ki
sitare na maange usko
chiz bhaye jaal ki
purab ki naar jane jadu tona
aadmi ko rakhe banake khilauna
are vash kar lene beta, vash me na hona
are vash kar lene beta, vash me na hona
machhli dikha ke maango rup ka sona
kudi pat jayegi, pat jayegi
kudi pat jayegi, lipat jayegi
khud pyar me aake lipat jayegi

chhori maharashtra ki ya ho gujrat ki
kisi bhi subah ki wo
chahe kisi jaat ki
tikha tikha maange koi mitha mitha khaye
aam jaam naariyal kisko suhaye
aadmi bechara kaho kya kya jutaye
are aadmi bechara kaho kya kya jutaye
kela hai akela jo sabhi ke man bhaye
kudi pat jayegi, pat jayegi
kudi pat jayegi, lipat jayegi
khud pyar me aake lipat jayegi

kanya madras ki, preet madmas ki
dharti pe sabse uttam
vastu hai vilas ki
dahi vada, rasgulla, kachaudi, samosa
samne ho kaisa hi bhojan parosa
usko to bhaye bas idli dosa
ho usko to bhaye bas idli dosa
dosa khilake kaho dede bosa
kya wo nat jayegi
pat jayegi, kudi pat jayegi
lipat jayegi
khud pyar me aake lipat jayegi

padmini ki shakhini, chitrni ki hastini
purbi ya pachhimi, utiri ya dakshini
duniya ki nariyo me mel hai anutha
kisi ko na bhaye piya harjai jhutha
padha likha hoke lagaye wo angutha
padha likha hoke lagaye wo angutha
bhains wahi tike jaha majbut khuta
kudi pat jayegi, pat jayegi
kudi pat jayegi, lipat jayegi
khud pyar me aake lipat jayegi
aa kaisi bhi kanya se pad jaye pala
naram ho garam ho, jal ho ke jwala
kaise khola jaye uske dil ka taala
kaise khola jaye uske dil ka taala
pesh karo jisko pasand jo masala
kudi pat jayegi, pat jayegi
kudi pat jayegi, lipat jayegi
khud pyar me aake lipat jayegi

When fate decrees, a maiden’s path you tread,
Gentle or fierce, like fire or like a bed of water spread.
How to unlock the secrets of her heart,
How to unlock, and play your destined part?
Present the spice that stirs her inner fire,
The maiden will fall, consumed by desire,
She will embrace, entwined with passion's art,
And yield herself to love's own beating heart.
When fate decrees, a maiden’s path you tread,
Gentle or fierce, like fire or like a bed of water spread.
How to unlock the secrets of her heart,
How to unlock, and play your destined part?
Present the spice that stirs her inner fire,
The maiden will fall, consumed by desire,
She will embrace, entwined with passion's art,
And yield herself to love's own beating heart.

Oh, Punjabi lass, a rose's gentle bloom,
A queen she'll be, in your enchanted room.
She hides and teases, a fleeting, flashing glimpse,
Elusive, then held within your grasp's dimps.
Lead her away, to sugarcane's sweet pleas,
Oh, lead her away, among the swaying trees,
And whisper tales, as juice flows from the cane,
The maiden will fall, consumed by desire's chain,
She will embrace, entwined with passion's art,
And yield herself to love's own beating heart.

A Bengali beauty, of wondrous, mystic grace,
She seeks no stars, but loves the woven lace.
The women of the East, know magic's sway,
They keep a man, a toy to lead astray.
But learn to master, and never be enslaved,
But learn to master, and never be enslaved,
Show her a fish, and ask for gold of her face,
The maiden will fall, consumed by desire's pace,
She will embrace, entwined with passion's art,
And yield herself to love's own beating heart.

A girl from Maharashtra, or Gujarat's grace,
Whose morning sun, of any caste and place.
Some crave the spice, some yearn for honeyed bliss,
The mango's kiss, the coconut's sweet kiss.
A man bewildered, what to now embrace?
A man bewildered, what to now embrace?
The lonely banana, for her heart to chase.
The maiden will fall, consumed by desire's trace,
She will embrace, entwined with passion's art,
And yield herself to love's own beating heart.

A maiden of Madras, love's intoxicating hold,
On this earth, the best of treasures, stories told.
Dahi Vada, Rasgulla, Kachori's delight,
Before her eyes, a feast so rich and bright.
But only Idli Dosa, her soul’s true flight,
But only Idli Dosa, her soul’s true flight,
Feed her Dosa, and then claim a kiss,
What will she do? Will she refuse your bliss?
The maiden will fall, consumed by desire's kiss,
She will embrace, entwined with passion's art,
And yield herself to love's own beating heart.

Padmini's grace, Shankhini's alluring call,
Chitrini's charm, Hastini's hold on all.
Eastern or Western, Southern or the North,
Women of the world, of the best and the worst,
No woman desires, a dishonest oath,
No woman desires, a dishonest oath,
The buffalo stays, where strong stakes are set forth,
The maiden will fall, consumed by desire's worth,
She will embrace, entwined with passion's art,
And yield herself to love's own beating heart.
When fate decrees, a maiden’s path you tread,
Gentle or fierce, like fire or like a bed of water spread.
How to unlock the secrets of her heart,
How to unlock, and play your destined part?
Present the spice that stirs her inner fire,
The maiden will fall, consumed by desire,
She will embrace, entwined with passion's art,
And yield herself to love's own beating heart.