anadi mora anadi mora balma
achar dari sun ke nanhi nanhi batiyo mein
nanhi nanhi batiyo mein haye re
haye ham sun ke haye re sun sun ke
re balma balma anadi mora balma

sune nahi kare baljori kare baljori
sune nahi kare baljori kare baljori
dhar ke marodewa kalaiya gori gori
dhar ke marodewa kalaiya gori gori
hamka damkawe damka damkawe
sunawe ghani sun ke
chun ke chun chun ke haye balma balma
achar dari sun ke nanhi nanhi batiyo mein
nanhi nanhi batiyo mein haye re
haye ham sun ke haye re sun sun ke
re balma balma anadi mora balma

sari raat hamka khiwale haye goti
sari raat hamka khiwale haye goti
sari sari rat sari sari rat ari sari rat
sari raat hamka khiwale haye goti
karu aana kani to khinche hamri choti
chhote mote bahuba agar kare dumke
chhote mote bahuba agar kare dumke
gun ke gun gun ke haye balma balma
achar dari sun ke nanhi nanhi batiyo mein
nanhi nanhi batiyo mein haye re
haye ham sun ke haye re sun sun ke
re balma balma anadi mora balma

My beloved, a novice in the heart's lore,
In whispers of ignorance, he shuts the door.
Listens not to the small talk, the gentle plea,
Oh, to hear and to heed, my love, my decree.
My beloved, a novice in the heart's lore.

He won't heed my voice, but with a forceful hand,
Twists my fair wrist, a cruel, commanding stand.
He threatens, he scolds, his words a heavy rain,
While I gather the pieces of my shattered pain.
My beloved, a novice in the heart's lore.

All night he makes me play, a childish game,
All night, all night, the hours all the same.
If I refuse, my braid he harshly pulls,
These petty games, the heart's cruelest, foolish rulls.
And my beloved, a novice in the heart's lore,
In whispers of ignorance, he shuts the door.