oy hoy hoy hoy aaye haay haay haay
oy hoy hoy hoy aaye haay haay haay

oy hoy hoy hoy aaye haay haay haay
oy hoy hoy hoy aaye haay haay haay
main diwaana prem pujaari na samajho harjaai
main to thehara rab da banda duniya hai saidaai
ishq muhabbat pyaar hai puja jag na samajhe haay
oy hoy hoy hoy aaye haay haay haay
oy hoy hoy hoy aaye haay haay haay

hey hey hey hey hey hey

ram ko dekho shyam ko dekho dono prem pujaari
prem bina kya jivan yaaro kya nar hai kya naari
ho ram ko dekho shyam ko dekho dono prem pujaari
prem bina kya jivan yaaro kya nar hai kya naari
maan le kehna apne dil ka man kaahe tarsaaye
oy hoy hoy hoy aaye haay haay haay
oy hoy hoy hoy aaye haay haay haay

sau rab jine waliya main kendiya
sau rab jine waliya main kendiya
chal chhatri di chaal jave baindiya
chal chhatri di chaal jave baindiya
oy hoy hoy hoy aaye haay haay haay

na bangala chaahu na gaadi na chaahu darbaar
na daulat maangu na shoharat na chaahu sansaar
main aawara pyaar ka maara koi samajh to jaaye
oy hoy hoy hoy aaye haay haay haay
oy hoy hoy hoy aaye haay haay haay
main diwana prem pujaari na samajho harjaai
main to thehra rab da banda duniya hai saidaai
ishq muhabbat pyaar hai puja jag na samajhe haay
oy hoy hoy hoy aaye haay haay haay
oy hoy hoy hoy aaye haay haay haay

O, the gasp, the sigh, the ache of being,
O, the gasp, the sigh, the heart's unseeing.

O, the gasp, the sigh, the ache of being,
O, the gasp, the sigh, the heart's unseeing.
I am mad, a devotee of love, not a fickle stray,
I am bound to the Divine, this world a fleeting play.
Love, affection, devotion, a sacred rite unknown,
O, the gasp, the sigh, the heart's alone.
O, the gasp, the sigh, the heart's alone.

He, he, he, he, he, he

Look at Ram, look at Shyam, lovers both in grace,
What is life without love, in this human space?
Ho, O, look at Ram, look at Shyam, lovers both in grace,
What is life without love, in this human space?
Listen to your heart's whisper, why does the soul decay?
O, the gasp, the sigh, the heart's decay.
O, the gasp, the sigh, the heart's decay.

A hundred lives, I implore,
A hundred lives, I implore,
Walk the path of love, and so restore,
Walk the path of love, and so restore.
O, the gasp, the sigh, the heart's restore.

I seek no mansion, no carriage, no court of gold,
No wealth, no fame, this world’s fleeting hold.
I am a vagrant, wounded by love, if only someone knew,
O, the gasp, the sigh, the heart's true.
O, the gasp, the sigh, the heart's true.
I am mad, a devotee of love, not a fickle stray,
I am bound to the Divine, this world a fleeting play.
Love, affection, devotion, a sacred rite unknown,
O, the gasp, the sigh, the heart's alone.
O, the gasp, the sigh, the heart's alone.