mora piya mora piya
mora piya bolat naahi
mora piya mose bolat naahi
dwar jiya ke, dwar jiya ke
dwar jiya ke kholat naahi
mora mora piya

aise naa mose pher najriya
dekh suratiya ankhiya uthake
aise naa mose pher najriya
dekh suratiya ankhiya uthake
tujhse lipat ke mar jaaungi
jaane naa dungi baiya chhudake
bedardi tu
bedardi tu peed jiya ki
kaahen ko bujhat naahi haay
mora piya mose bolat naahi
mora piya

My Beloved, my Beloved,
He speaks no word to me.
My Beloved, He speaks not,
At the heart's door, at the heart's door,
He will not open the door.
My, my, Beloved.

Do not turn away your gaze,
Look upon my face, lift your eyes.
Do not turn away your gaze,
Look upon my face, lift your eyes.
Clinging to you, I would die,
I will not let go your arms.
You heartless one,
You heartless one, the soul's ache,
Why do you not feel it, alas?
My Beloved, He speaks not,
My Beloved.