ambuwaa pe koyal bole
sajanaa, jhulaa jaa hidole
kaliyo pe bhanware dole
sajanaa, jhulaa jaa hidole

jhulaa jaa hidole
haule haule
sajanaa, jhulaa jaa hidole

mai pujaa karane aa_i
kyo tum ne prit sikhaa_i
kyo man ke ghughat khole
jhulaa jaa hidole

mai maalan ban ke aa_un
tohe phulo sag khilaa_un
man meraa khaaye jhole
jhulaa jaa hidole

Upon the mango, the koel's song takes flight,
Swing, my love, upon the swaying height.
On buds, the bumblebee, a gentle dance,
Swing, my love, in blissful, verdant trance.
Swing softly now, with the gentle sway,
My love, swing on, and never go away.

I came to worship, pure of heart and soul,
Why did you teach this love that takes its toll?
Why did you lift the veil from what was mine?
Swing, my love, in this intoxicating shrine.
As a gardener, I'd bring you blooms anew,
And with the flowers, I would laugh with you.
My heart is shaken, to and fro, and deep,
Swing, my love, while I can only weep.