Mohay apnay hi rung mein rung lay, 
Tu to saaheb mera Mehboob-e-Ilaahi; 
Mohay apnay hi rung mein……
Humri chundariya, piyaa ki pagariya, 
Woh to donon basanti rung day; 
Tu to saaheb mera …….
Jo kuch mangay rung ki rungaai, 
Mora joban girvi rakhlay; 
Tu to saaheb mera…….
Aan pari darbaar tehaaray, 
Mori laaj saram sab rakh lay; 
Tu to saaheb mera Mehboob-e-Ilaahi, 
Mohay apnay hi rung mein rung lay.

Dye me in your hue, my love, 
You are my man, oh beloved of Almighty; 
Dye me in your hue. 
My scarf, and the beloved’s turban, 
Both need to be dyed in the hue of spring; 
Whatever be the price for dyeing, ask for it, 
You can have my blossoming youth in mortgage; 
Dye me in your hue. 
I have come and fallen at your door step, 
For you to safeguard my pride, my dignity, 
You are my man, Oh beloved of Almighty, 
Dye me in your hue.