Baba De Mohe Gudiya Mori O father! me back my (play)doll Angna Ka Bhi (Give me back)That of the courtyard also Imli Ki Daar Muniya Mori (Give me back)That girl which held a tamarind (Referring to her own self childhood days) Chandi Ka Bhi (Give me back)Even that anklet made of
Ek Mein Chingariyaan In one I hold fireballs Ek Haath Saaz Hai And in the other hand I have Hasne Ki Hai Humein I a habit of laughing/smiling Har Pe Bhi Naaz Hai... But I'm also proud of every I possess
Aaj Tamaashe Pe Mehfil Ko Karke Rahenge Fida With my antics today, I will captivate the whole Jab Talak Na Jism Se Jaan Hogi Nahi Yeh Juda Until I achieve my goal, my life leave my body
Manzoor-E-Khuda... Manzoor-E-Khuda... It's the will of God, the will of God Hoga Humara Jo Hai, Manzoor-E-Khuda... Whatever my end be, it's the will of God (My is in the hands of God) Manzoor-E-Khuda... Manzoor-E-Khuda... (x2) It's the of God, it's the will of God Toote Sitaaron Se Roshan Hua Hai stars are making the glow(shine/light) of God brighter
Ho... Din Ki Ghulaami It's slavery for a couple of Jism Ki Hai The body it Rooh Toh Se Aazaad Hai... But my soul is impervious to Ho... Hum Nahin Yahaan Ke We don't belong to this Rehne Waale Ke We that place where Woh Sheher Aaasman Mein Hai... The cities in the skies are
Ho... Khilte Hi Hai We get perished the we bloom Hi Bichhadna Hai We get separated the we meet Apni Toh Hai Yeh This is our Ke Shikaare Mein In a boat Dariya Se Hai We have to cross the Aisi Hai Yeh... is how our lives are
Zindagani Ka Jo Hai Karz Kar Ke Rahenge Adaa The debt that life has on me, I repay that at any cost Jab Talak Na Karein Se Jaan Hogi Nahi Yeh Juda I achieve my goal, my life won't leave my body
Manzoor-E-Khuda... Manzoor-E-Khuda... It's the will of God, it's the of God Hoga Humara Jo Hai, Manzoor-E-Khuda Whatever my end shall be, it's the of God Manzoor-E-Khuda... Manzoor-E-Khuda... (x2) the will of God, it's the will of God Toote Sitaaron Se Hua Hai Noor-E-Khuda Broken are making the glow of God brighter
Baba Lauta De Mohe Gudiya O father! Give me back my Angna Ka Bhi That swing of the courtyard Imli Ki Daar Waali Muniya That girl which held a branch Ka Painjna Bhi Even that anklet made of