ho jag utho ab sajna sapna sapna soye
are humse to chadar bhali jo odh sajan tum soye
aai karke singar tohe nindiya lagi
aai karke singar tohe nindiya lagi
tohe nindiya lagi manama jagi aagi
tohe nindiya lagi manama jagi aagi
ab kaise ho ab kaise karu pyar tohe nindiya lagi
aai karke singar tohe nindiya lagi

chal morni jaisi mori bol more foljhadiya
gulmohar se gal hamare adhar kamal pankhudiya
mori kamar kali kachnar bela phule more dwar
mori kamar kali kachnar bela phule more dwar
mujhpe aayi hai bahar
mujhpe aayi hai bahar tohe nindiya lagi

sagar jal ko mitha samjhe ganga jal ko khara
ghar ki murgi dal barabar mat samjho dildara
bahar sab kuch bekar dekho apne ghar ki nar
bahar sab kuch bekar dekho apne ghar ki nar
yaha sab kuch hai
yaha sab kuch hai sarkar tohe nindiya lagi

ho imali todo nimbua todo todo kachi ambiya
dekho hamra dil mat todo biti jaye ratiya
o man basiya
sasu ji ke rajdulare gussa itna hi ghar pyare
sasu ji ke rajdulare gussa itna hi ghar pyare
jitna khane me ho jitna khane me achar
ab kaise ho ab kaise karu pyar tohe nindiya lagi
aai karke singar tohe nindiya lagi

Arise, my love, the world dreams, sleeps,
Oh, how I envy the blanket that wraps you deep.
I came adorned, yet sleep embraced your eyes,
I came adorned, yet sleep embraced your eyes.
Sleep has come, a fire in the heart now sighs,
Sleep has come, a fire in the heart now sighs.
How, oh how, can I love, when sleep has won?
I came adorned, yet sleep has begun.

Walk, my love, a peacock's grace, my fireworks bright,
Like the gulmohar blooms, your throat, a tender light.
Your lips, lotus petals, a wondrous sight.
My waist, ebony, jasmine blooms at my door,
My waist, ebony, jasmine blooms at my door.
Spring has come to bless,
Spring has come to bless, yet sleep's embrace is near.

The ocean's water, sweet you deem, the Ganga's, bitter brine,
The hen at home, you belittle, my love, you decline.
Outside, all is waste; look within, at the love that's mine,
Outside, all is waste; look within, at the love that's mine.
Here, all is found,
Here, all is found, my king, yet sleep has bound.

Break the tamarind, the neem, the unripe mango's hold,
But break not my heart, as night grows old.
Oh, dweller of my heart,
My husband, cherished by my mother-in-law, why this fiery start?
My husband, cherished by my mother-in-law, why this fiery start?
As much as the spice in your food to impart.
How, oh how, can I love, when sleep has won?
I came adorned, yet sleep has begun.