You’re the Englishman’s mistress… …graduated from the school
of love. We’re ignorant fools, how can
we take love’s test? To the beat of my heart
you sing a killer tune. You’ve sung the opening lines,
now it’s riffs and runs. Suraiyya, want me to die for you? Suraiyya, stop right there.
Want me to die for you? Suraiyya, want me to die for you? You bowed as you entered my home. You’ve seen the Goddess.
You want my blessings too? I danced for you. I sang for you. Must I now bear your children, too? Must I sacrifice my life for you? Suraiyya, stop!
Want me to die for you? Must I sacrifice my life for you? You’re all equal in my eyes… …be you a general or foot soldier. Every man here believes
he’s my beloved. The slightest glimpse of my smile… …makes them mistake it for love. Aren’t you scared? You must face
your Maker some day? High time you mend your ways,
Suraiyya. Stop right there, Suraiyya!
Fear the Lord. You with your heart of stone. All your admirers have handed over
their wealth to you. Do you want these thugs… …to hand over India, too? Look he’s Indian. Done for. Suraiyya Jaan… …will take your life for sure.