(saanvali saloni si mahabubaa
teri shudiyaan shadag kar ke
jaane kaise aas dilaae
haay haay kare sab ladake) - 2

amarikaa ke na jaapaan ke - 2
ham to hai divaane mulataan ke
jaamani hoth, saraaeki bole
aur kaaho me ras tapake
saanvali saloni

dil aayaa hai jab se shaam pe - 2
ham baithe hai bas aaraam se
subah suhaani, raat nashili
kiyaa karege pasad karake
saanvali saloni

teri naazuk kalaa_i saanvali - 2
jis din se haay ham ne thaam li
jitane the tere chaahane vaale
ab jite hai mar mar ke
saanvali saloni

My dark-skinned, graceful beloved,
Your bangles sing a chime, a dance,
How do you weave such hope,
As every boy sighs, a mournful trance?

Not of America, nor of Japan,
We are the mad ones of Multan,
Purple lips, speaking Saraiki,
And nectar drips from your every glance.
My dark-skinned, graceful...

Since my heart fell for the evening,
I sit at peace, serenely beaming,
A sunlit dawn, a night of wine,
What choice would I need, but by chance?
My dark-skinned, graceful...

Your delicate, dark-skinned wrist,
The day I held it, a lover's tryst,
All those who craved your tender heart,
Now live, yet dying in a dance.
My dark-skinned, graceful...