ankhiya farkat hai ji
kinne mara abir gulaal
vallah ji kinne mara abir gulaal
batiya bahkat hai ji kaahe naino ke dore daal
vallah ji kaahe naino ke dore daal
ankhiya farkat hai ji
kinne mara abir gulaal
vallah ji kinne mara abir gulaal
sakhiya dekhat hai ji hat chhodo hatile nandlaal
dekho ji hat chhodo hatile nandlaal

rang birange maagh saje hai naache radha gori
naache naache radha gori
baaje kanche kaal sanwre dekh ke aisi gori
ho naache radha gori
rang ras barsat hai ji jaise baadal bhi kar diye laal
dekho jaise baadal bhi kar diye laal
ho ankhiya farkat hai ji
kinne mara abir gulaal
vallah ji kinne mara abir gulaal
batiya bahkat hai ji kaahe naino ke dore daal
vallah ji kaahe naino ke dore daal

aisi maari pichkaari ho
aisi maari pichkaari chhatiya dhadak gayi
dekhi ji kanaahi mori chunariya sarak gayi
dekhi ji kanaahi mori chunariya sarak gayi
sochat kaapat hai ji, de de taali hansegi brij baal
dekho ji de de taali hansegi brij baal
ankhiya farkat hai ji
kinne mara abir gulaal
vallah ji kinne mara abir gulaal
batiya bahkat hai ji kaahe naino ke dore daal
vallah ji kaahe naino ke dore daal

My eyes are trembling, ah,
Who flung the crimson dust?
By God, who flung the crimson dust?
My words are burning, ah,
Why cast this gaze of lust?
By God, why cast this gaze of lust?
My eyes are trembling, ah,
Who flung the crimson dust?
By God, who flung the crimson dust?
My friends are watching, ah,
Leave me, stubborn Nandlal, do!
See, leave me, stubborn Nandlal, do!

The month of Magh ablaze with hues, Radha dances fair,
Radha dances fair.
The dark one plays his flute, seeing beauty beyond compare,
Oh, Radha dances fair.
Colors rain like grace, turning even clouds to red,
See, as the clouds turn red.
Oh, my eyes are trembling, ah,
Who flung the crimson dust?
By God, who flung the crimson dust?
My words are burning, ah,
Why cast this gaze of lust?
By God, why cast this gaze of lust?

Such a splash of the waters, ah,
My heart is starting to pound!
See, my sari slips down!
See, my sari slips down!
I am frightened and I tremble, clap and laugh, the girls of Braj,
See, clap and laugh, the girls of Braj.
My eyes are trembling, ah,
Who flung the crimson dust?
By God, who flung the crimson dust?
My words are burning, ah,
Why cast this gaze of lust?
By God, why cast this gaze of lust?