ae bujho ri bujho koi prem ki paheli
kaahe shrmaye hay nari naveli
ae bujho ri bujho koi prem ki paheli
kaahe shrmaye hay nari naveli
sat saheliyo ki sat saheliyo ki akeli saheli
ae bujho ri bujho koi prem ki paheli
kaahe shrmaye hay nari naveli

are kya bhed teri chunari ke piche
are kya bhed teri chunari ke niche
kaahe ko lambi tu baat khiche
are re ye kya hua re kaise hua re
ye kya hua re kaise hua re
sab kuch lena padta hain piche
kaise ye jhade kaise aankh micholi khele
ae bujho ri bujho koi prem ki paheli
kaahe shrmaye hay nari naveli
sat saheliyo ki sat saheliyo ki akeli saheli
ae bujho ri bujho koi prem ki paheli
kaahe shrmaye hay nari naveli

choti si baat me mirch masala
kah ke rahega kahne vala
are ye to batao tum ladkiya ne
ladko ko kya hain pagal nikala
pichle baras ko, pichle baras ko shadi hue thi
ab ke baras ye gadbad ghotala
gadbad ghotala gadbad ghotala
gunj uthi shor se
gunj uthi shor se sari haveli
ae bujho ri bujho koi prem ki paheli
kaahe shrmaye hay nari naveli
sat saheliyo ki sat saheliyo ki akeli saheli

Tell me, oh tell me, the riddle of love,
Why does the maiden blush, shy as a dove?
Tell me, oh tell me, the riddle of love,
Why does the maiden blush, shy as a dove?
She, the lonely one, midst seven friends,
Tell me, oh tell me, the riddle of love,
Why does the maiden blush, shy as a dove?

What secret hides beneath your veil of grace?
What secrets bloom within that hidden place?
Why do you linger, drawing out the chase?
Oh, what has happened? How did this take hold?
What has happened? How did this unfold?
All must be given, and secrets embraced,
How does it vanish, this game they play?
Tell me, oh tell me, the riddle of love,
Why does the maiden blush, shy as a dove?
She, the lonely one, midst seven friends,
Tell me, oh tell me, the riddle of love,
Why does the maiden blush, shy as a dove?

A tiny spark, a fiery tale,
The one who speaks will never fail,
Tell me, you girls, what have you done,
That drove the young men mad, to wail?
Last year they wed, last year they bound,
This year, chaos fills the town.
Chaos and turmoil, a whirlwind's cry,
Echoing loud, beneath the sky,
Echoing loud, throughout the hall.
Tell me, oh tell me, the riddle of love,
Why does the maiden blush, shy as a dove?
She, the lonely one, midst seven friends.
Tell me, oh tell me, the riddle of love,
Why does the maiden blush, shy as a dove?