humra ko confujen jiya ke gaya khidki se patna dekhake gaya
humra ki chokhat ke bhitar hi chulaam hai saaiya gumakad to dharti bhi km hai
dekha sute boot taaiyaar ki mora piya matlab ka yaar
sute boot taaiyaar ki mora piya matlab ka yaar

bitaar bitaar badan saara toote saaiya maja saara dubai me loote
humri jawani na bistar na khatke
humse sara kaneksen wo kaat ke jode hai dil ke taar
mora piya matlab ka yaar
sute boot taaiyaar ki mora piya matlab ka yaar

humse hatke chale unse satke uska carecter dil me khatke
humse hatke chale unse satke uska carecter dil me khatke
waada nibhayng tumhara giraye ke gol gol jalebi khilaayeke
bada batiya kare rasdaar mora piya matlab ka yaar
sute boot taaiyaar ki mora piya matlab ka yaar

He, the Confucian of my heart, went,
A window's glimpse of Patna he sent.
For me, within the threshold's hold, a fire,
My wanderer's world, a diminishing pyre.

He donned the suit, the coat so fine,
My love, a meaning I can't define.
He donned the suit, the coat so fine,
My love, a meaning, a line.

Within, the body cracks and breaks,
My love, the pleasure, Dubai takes.
My youth, no bed, no frame it sees,
He severs all, those ties of ease.
He weaves new strings, a heart's new art,
My love, a meaning, a world apart.
He donned the suit, the coat so fine,
My love, a meaning, a design.

From me, he turns, to her he clings,
Her character, the heart it stings.
From me, he turns, to her he clings,
Her character, the heart it stings.
He'll keep the vows, your tears he'll dry,
With sugared sweets, he'll pacify.
He speaks in words, a honeyed snare,
My love, a meaning, beyond compare.
He donned the suit, the coat so fine,
My love, a meaning, a paradigm.