Baba Lauta De Mohe 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 from childhood days) Ka Painjna Bhi (Give me back)Even that anklet made of
Ek Haath Mein In one I hold fireballs Ek Haath Mein Hai And in the other hand I have Ki Hai Aadat Humein I a habit of laughing/smiling Har Gham Pe Bhi Hai... But I'm also proud of every grief/sadness I
Aaj Apne Tamaashe Pe Mehfil Ko Karke Rahenge With my today, I will captivate the whole gathering Jab Talak Na Karein Jism Se 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 shall be, the will of God (My is in the hands of God) Manzoor-E-Khuda... Manzoor-E-Khuda... (x2) It's the will of God, the will of God Sitaaron Se Roshan Hua Hai Noor-E-Khuda Broken stars are the glow(shine/light) of God brighter
Ho... Chaar Din Ki It's slavery for a of days Ki Hai Salaami The salutes it Toh Muddaton Se Aazaad Hai... But my is impervious to time Ho... Hum Nahin Yahaan Ke We don't belong to this Rehne Jahaan Ke We that place where Woh Sheher Mein Aabaad Hai... The in the skies are populated
Ho... Khilte Hi Hai We get the moment we bloom Milte Hi Hai We get separated the moment we Toh Kahaani Hai Yeh This is our Kaagaz Ke Shikaare In a paper Se Guzarna Hai We have to the river Zindagaani Hai Yeh... This is how our are
Zindagani Ka Humpe Jo Hai Kar Ke Rahenge Adaa The debt that life has on me, I repay that at any cost Jab Talak Na Karein Jism Se Hogi Nahi Yeh Juda Until I my goal, my life won't leave my body
Manzoor-E-Khuda... Manzoor-E-Khuda... It's the of God, it's the will 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 Se Roshan Hua Hai Noor-E-Khuda Broken stars are making the of God brighter
Baba Lauta De Gudiya Mori O father! Give me my doll Angna Ka Bhi swing of the courtyard also Imli Ki Daar Waali Muniya That girl held a tamarind branch Ka Painjna Bhi Even that anklet of silver