aagre ko ghaghro mangwade raja dewariya
thare paiya padu
aagre ko ghaghro mangwade raja dewariya
thare paiya padu aagre ko ghaghro

ghaghro na layo julmi ghaghro na layo julmi
huk uthe hai sine me ghaghro na layo
ram kasam o bedardi
ab maza nahi hai jine me
ab maza nahi hai jine me
ghaghro na layo patiya bhijhwade
patiya bhijhwade raja dewariya
thare paiya padu aagre ko ghaghro

ghaghre nahi ab zamana hogo ab riwaz purano
reshamwa ki sadi ladu tohe bhi shandar bana du
aagre ko ghaghro mangwade raja dewariya
thare paiya padu aagre ko ghaghro

na mangu mai sadi tose na mangu mai sadi tose
na mangu mai choli re na mangu sadi
pahan ghaghro to sang khelu
nisdin prem ki holi re nisdin prem ki holi
jhulna jhulwade raja dewariya
aagre ko ghaghro mangwade raja dewariya
thare paiya padu aagre ko ghaghro

From Agra, a skirt, fetch it, my king,
I fall at your feet, my everything.
From Agra, a skirt, fetch it, my king,
I fall at your feet, my everything.

The skirt you've denied, cruel heart, you've denied,
A fire within my chest, the skirt denied.
By God, oh heartless one,
Life holds no joy, no glee.
Life holds no joy, no glee.
The skirt denied. A letter send,
A letter send, my king,
I fall at your feet, my everything.

The skirt's no longer the fashion,
The old ways now hold reign.
Silk of a saree, I'll bring for you,
And make you grand again!
From Agra, a skirt, fetch it, my king,
I fall at your feet, my everything.

I ask not for a saree from you, no,
I ask not for a blouse, no.
I ask not for a saree at all.
Wearing the skirt, with you I'll play,
In love's festival, every day.
In love's festival, every day.
A swing build, my king,
From Agra, a skirt, fetch it, my king,
I fall at your feet, my everything.