Bathinde Wale

[Ni/Nee: a gender-specific vocative used to address a woman directly], where do these people even get checked at airports?

Taking snaps amidst the clouds, they don't bother coming down to earth.

With scorpions tattooed on their thighs, they don't settle for simple peacocks.

I set fire to currency notes; I have no idea where others set their fires.

Pure and authentic, we travel from Punjab towards Chicago.

In the winter, my darling, we fly off towards Colorado.

Time is on our side, my sweet, why look at a Rado watch?

We’ll make you dance too, just come to our [Jaggo: a festive pre-wedding dance procession involving decorated lamps].

There’s your new necklace, and on top of that, your budding youth.

You look ever so fresh dressed in that new Armani.

Your charms are new, and you play new mischievous games.

Come, I’ve given your finger a new ring as a token of love.

We take the VIP route, where do they ever let the flow stop?

Once we’ve had our fill and settled, we don't keep snacking every moment.

The locks are already secured; tell me, where are the keys?

The girl born in Turkey asks, "Where in Bathinda do you live?"

The wheel of worries spins, but His hand is on my head.

You say I don't speak much, but I am [Sufiyana: meditative, mystical, and selfless devotion] in my focus.

The paths were somewhat clear, though there were many pebbles in the way.

They only possess mules, while [yours truly] has plenty of horses.

With a courtyard as big as an acre, where do people even build small houses anymore?

Our tools are self-made, where would we ever need to rent them?

Come to the fields and see, you'll find out where we wear our white [Kurta-Pyjama].

Even sitting on combines, we don't bother wearing sunglasses.

Girl, the one bitten by your beauty doesn't even ask for water to survive.

Let me show you how much water has already flowed under the bridge.

Your laughter scatters sweetness like [Patasa: a traditional airy sugar drop candy].

And yet, you don't even eat a single grain of sugar, my girl.

I've traveled on my visa and haven't even spared a trip to Nepal.

The first love is whiskey, and I can't quit the [Maal: high-quality produce/contraband] either.

See, I've broken ties with some, but I haven't kept them close either.

Those whom I have left behind are in no state to be envied.

I never pick a thing by looking at the balance in my wallet.

My girl, I buy things only after checking the [Carat: purity of gold/diamonds].

I strike deals after looking at the metallic finish of the weaponry.

While you look at dull suits in yellow and parrot-green colors.

I never showed off, nor do I need to flaunt anywhere.

My tongue knows exactly where to keep its word.

Where do storms ever pay heed to sweet-talking people?

Oh girl, where is [Kaptaan: self-reference to the song's lyricist], where is he?

Oh girl, where is [Kaptaan: self-reference to the song's lyricist], where is he?

Oh girl, where is [Kaptaan: self-reference to the song's lyricist], where is he?