Oh, you of the cap,
You of the turban's grace,
Why are your boots so stained,
No love will your Leila embrace?
Polish them, oh Babu,
Polish them, oh Babu,
Your boots, a shadowed space.
Massage them, oh Babu,
Massage them, oh Babu,
Though fortune you may not chase.
Oh Babu, Babu,
Babu Ji, Babu Ji, Babu,
Polish them, oh Babu,
Massage them, oh Babu.
They fall for shimmer and shine,
These cruel ones of the world,
Oh, oh, ah, ah…
They walk in bright guise,
Their hearts, in darkness, swirled.
Hey, see the cleanliness, listen, my brother,
Your shoe, a muddied sign.
No love will your Leila discover,
Oh Babu, Babu,
Babu Ji, Babu Ji, Babu,
Polish them, oh Babu,
Massage them, oh Babu.
I'll make them gleam and gleam,
In your boots, your face will be seen,
Oh, bravo, bravo, oh bravo, bravo!
I'll perfume your tresses' dream,
A world anew, I convene.
Hey, see the cleanliness, listen, my brother,
Your shoe, a muddied sign.
No love will your Leila discover,
Oh Babu, Babu,
Babu Ji, Babu Ji, Babu,
Polish them, oh Babu,
Massage them, oh Babu.
New suit, old shoes you wear,
The world, it laughs and stares,
Oh, oh, oh, ah, ah…
Though beauty your visage doth bear.
Hey, see the cleanliness, listen, my brother,
Your shoe, a muddied sign.
No love will your Leila discover,
Oh Babu, Babu,
Babu Ji, Lala Ji,
Babu Ji, Lala Ji, Babu,
Polish them, oh Babu,
Oh, massage them, oh Babu,
Though fortune you may not grasp,
My boots, a shadowed space,
Polish them, oh Babu.
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