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Lyrics of Koi Bole Mujhe Aa Jaa, Bivi Number One - कोई बोले मुझे आ जा, बीवी नंबर वन
koi bole mujhe aaja aaja handsome
koi bole mujhe hi hello samson
koi bole tu chikana hai bada
koi bole tujh me bada hai dam
koi bole mujhe aaja aaja handsome
koi bole mujhe hi hello samson
koi bole tu chikana hai bada
koi bole tujh me bada hai dam
mai sab se bolu ek hi baat ek ladaki bhai mere saath
sone jaise baal hai us ke chandi jaisa tan
vo hai vo hai vo hai vo hai meri bivi number one
kasam se khili khili vo ek kali haradam lagati hai
kasam se kasam se
kasam se jitani bhi tarif karun vo kam lagati hai
kasam se kasam se
mere ghar ki hai vo malika badan hai phulo se bhi halaka
rup hai us ka chhalaka chhalaka nasha ho jaise halka halka
kasam se pahan ke saadi jab nikale to kya lagati hai
kasam se jhum ke jab chalati hai to bijali girati hai
kasam se kasam se
sone jaise baal hai us ke chandi jaisa tan
dekho dekho meri bivi number one
wohe wohe meri bivi number one
mujhe to us ki bidiya chand ka ek tika lagata hai
kasam se kasam se
ke ab to chand bhi us ke aage phika lagata hai
kasam se kasam se
tauba chaal hai us ki kaisi us ki aankhe hirani jaisi
mujh ko bivi mili hai aisi duniya me naa hogi vaisi
vo meri jan hai par kabhi kabhi gussa karati hai
utar jata hai jab gussaa to phir mujh pe marati hai
kasam se kasam se
sone jaise baal hai us ke chandi jaisa tan
socho socho bolo bolo dekho dekho meri bivi number one
wohe wohe meri bivi number one
koi bole tujhe aaja aaja handsome
koi bole tujhe hi hello samson
koi bole tu chikana hai bada
koi bole tujh me bada hai dam
tu sabse bole ek hi baat ek ladaki bhai tere saath
sone jaise baal hai us ke chandi jaisa tan
tu hai tu hai tu hai tu hai meri bivi number one
tu hai meri bivi number one
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Koi Bole Mujhe Aa Jaa, Bivi Number One
They call me "handsome," beckoning me near,
They hail me as "Samson," banishing fear.
Some whisper, "smooth," a silken disguise,
Others proclaim, "You hold power in your eyes."
They call me "handsome," beckoning me near,
They hail me as "Samson," banishing fear.
Some whisper, "smooth," a silken disguise,
Others proclaim, "You hold power in your eyes."
But I tell them all, with a singular plea,
"A woman walks with me, wild and free."
Like strands of gold, her hair cascades down,
A silvered body, in ethereal gown.
She is, she is, she is, my number one wife,
By sacred oath, she breathes into my life.
By all that is holy, a bud in bloom,
Forever radiant, dispelling the gloom,
By all that is holy, by all that I see,
No praise can capture her majesty.
Mistress of my home, a weightless grace,
Her form, a bloom, in time and space.
Her beauty spills, a sweet, soft wine,
A gentle intoxication, forever mine.
By all that is holy, when draped in silk,
Her entrance a vision, like sweet, spilled milk.
By all that is holy, when she starts to sway,
Lightning dances, where she makes her way,
By all that is holy, by all that I see,
No praise can capture her majesty.
Like strands of gold, her hair cascades down,
A silvered body, in ethereal gown.
Behold, behold, my number one wife,
She is, she is, my number one life.
Her bindi, a moon, a luminous gleam,
By all that is holy, a waking dream.
The moon itself, a faded light,
Compared to her, my guiding light.
By all that is holy, by all that I see,
No praise can capture her majesty.
A gait divine, her eyes, a deer's soft gaze,
A wife like this, in all of life's maze.
She is my soul, yet anger's flame,
Then melts to love, whispering my name,
By all that is holy, by all that I see,
No praise can capture her majesty.
Like strands of gold, her hair cascades down,
A silvered body, in ethereal gown.
Think, think, speak, look, see, my number one wife,
She is, she is, my number one life.
They call you "handsome," beckoning you near,
They hail you as "Samson," banishing fear.
Some whisper, "smooth," a silken disguise,
Others proclaim, "You hold power in your eyes."
You tell them all, with a singular plea,
"A woman walks with me, wild and free."
Like strands of gold, her hair cascades down,
A silvered body, in ethereal gown.
You are, you are, you are, my number one wife,
You are my number one life.
This Poetic Translation, in English, has been provided mainly for those users who do not understand Hindi. This is a basic translation and could have minor mistakes. Thanks.
