tum lakh chalao teer chahe jaan jaan ke
tum lakh chalao teer chahe jaan jaan ke
aashik sahlenge sau bar sina taan taan ke
aashik sahlenge sau bar sina taan taan ke

sarkar idhar na dekho bimar machal na jaye
dildar idhar na dekho didar machal na jaye
mera pyar machal na jaye sadke teri jaan ke
tum lakh chalao teer chahe jaan jaan ke
ho ji jaan jaan ke chahe jaan jaan ke
aashik sahlenge sau bar sina taan taan ke
aashik sahlenge sau bar sina taan taan ke

hai do ka naam mohabbat aur ek ka naam akela
koi dhund le dil ka sathi nazro ka laga le mela
tera paisa lage na dheela sadke teri jaan ke
tum lakh chalao teer chahe jaan jaan ke
he ji jaan jaan ke chahe jaan jaan ke
aashik sahlenge sau bar sina taan taan ke
aashik sahlenge sau bar sina taan taan ke

tere dar pe lagaya dera
sab chhod ke gorkh dhandhe
kya ham pe dala jadu
kya ham pe dale fande
hum ban gaye tere bande sadke teri jaan ke
tum lakh chalao teer chahe jaan jaan ke
ho ji jaan jaan ke chahe jaan jaan ke
aashik sahlenge sau bar sina taan taan ke
aashik sahlenge sau bar sina taan taan ke

Though you launch arrows, aimed with knowing heart,
Though you launch arrows, with a practiced art,
The lover's breast will bear a hundred wounds,
The lover's breast will stand on hallowed grounds.

Oh, gaze away, lest sickness seize my soul,
My love, avert your eyes, lest passion make me whole,
Lest my devotion, on your beauty, break.
Though you launch arrows, for my heart's own ache.
For my heart's ache, for my heart's own ache,
The lover's breast will bear a hundred wounds,
The lover's breast will stand on hallowed grounds.

Two names for love, one solitary guise,
Seek out a kindred soul, in longing eyes,
Let coin flow free, to keep my spirit's flame,
Though you launch arrows, calling out my name,
For my heart's name, for my heart's own name,
The lover's breast will bear a hundred wounds,
The lover's breast will stand on hallowed grounds.

At your doorstep, my dwelling I now claim,
Leaving worldly pursuits, I embrace this game,
Did you cast a spell? Did you bind my plight?
I am your servant, bathed in your light.
Though you launch arrows, for my soul's sweet plight,
For my soul's plight, for my soul's own light,
The lover's breast will bear a hundred wounds,
The lover's breast will stand on hallowed grounds.