aye phuljhadi aye gulchadi jo tune ki ulti padi
mera kamal dekha jal dekha haye
tera surtal kya hai meri ja hal kya hai
mera kamal dekha jal dekha haye
tera surtal kya hai meri ja hal kya hai
aye phuljhadi aye gulchadi jo tune ki ulti padi
mera kamal dekha jal dekha haye
tera surtal kya hai meri ja hal kya hai
mera kamal dekha jal dekha haye
tera surtal kya hai meri ja hal kya hai aye phuljhadi

hafi hui hai sanse nakhro ki har dekhi
kapi hui hai kaya girti diwar dekhi
hafi hui hai sanse nakhro ki har dekhi
kapi hui hai kaya girti diwar dekhi
muh ko to khol jara bol chara
bahakti chal kya hai meri ja hal kya hai
mera kamal dekha jal dekha haye
tera surtal kya hai meri ja hal kya hai aye phuljhadi

ladki wohi hai achi jo ladkiyo me khele
mardo ke bich tune kahe ko dand pele
ladki wohi hai achi jo ladkiyo me khele
mardo ke bich tune kahe ko dand pele
hoye ab to ye man gayi jan gayi
ye bake lal kya hai meri ja hal kya hai
mera kamal dekha jal dekha haye
tera surtal kya hai meri ja hal kya hai
aye phuljhadi aye gulchadi jo tune ki ulti padi
mera kamal dekha jal dekha haye
tera surtal kya hai meri ja hal kya hai

Oh, firecracker, whimsical bloom,
You've spun and fallen, lost in gloom.
Behold my marvel, the web I weave,
What song is yours, and what do you grieve?

Behold my marvel, the web I see,
What song is yours, and what troubles thee?
Oh, firecracker, whimsical bloom,
You've spun and fallen, lost in gloom.
Behold my marvel, the web I weave,
What song is yours, and what do you grieve?

Breaths are shallow, pride takes flight,
Trembling form, a crumbling height.
Breaths are shallow, pride takes flight,
Trembling form, a crumbling height.
Speak, and with words, your truth impart,
What path is yours, and the state of your heart?
Behold my marvel, the web I see,
What song is yours, and what troubles thee?

She's good, that girl, who with girls does play,
Why court the men, and in their presence stay?
She's good, that girl, who with girls does play,
Why court the men, and in their presence stay?
Now she yields, at last, to what I say,
What is this charmer, and the state of your day?
Behold my marvel, the web I see,
What song is yours, and what troubles thee?
Oh, firecracker, whimsical bloom,
You've spun and fallen, lost in gloom.
Behold my marvel, the web I weave,
What song is yours, and what do you grieve?