chikne chikne chikne chikne
chikne chikne chikne chikne
aata pata koi na jane
ki chikne chikne chikne chikne
fire gali gali diwane
ki chikne chikne chikne chikne
ye jitani jawani hain, angur ka pani hain
isme nashe hain purane, chikne chikne oye
aata pata koi na jane
ki chikne chikne chikne chikne
fire gali gali diwane
ki chikne chikne chikne chikne
ye jitani jawani hain, angur ka pani hain
isme nashe hain purane, chikne chikne oye
aata pata koi na jane

solah phulo ke anngam me
shor machaye umariye re
tu naino se sdke re jaye
mare vish kamariya re
ye kale baal tere, ye gore gaal tere
ye kale baal tere mere
ye gore gaal tere mere
tej hain dono nishane
aata pata koi na jane
ki chikne chikne chikne chikne
fire gali gali diwane
ki chikne chikne chikne chikne
ye jitani jawani hain, angur ka pani hain
isme nashe hain purane, chikne chikne oye
aata pata koi na jane

laal chunariya jaipur wali
nathni baag barlei ki
jis path jaun mahak lutaau
jaise bel chameli
jo dekhe wo bulaye, lute na koi hay
jo dekhe wo bulaye, lute na koi
hay sakhi mausam apane suhane
aata pata koi na jane
ki chikne chikne chikne chikne
fire gali gali diwane
ki chikne chikne chikne chikne
ye jitani jawani hain, angur ka pani hain
isme nashe hain purane, chikne chikne oye
aata pata koi na jane

Smooth, so smooth, so very smooth,
Smooth, so smooth, so very smooth.
No one knows the way I roam,
So smooth, so smooth, far from home.
Through every lane, a madman's plea,
So smooth, so smooth, wild and free.
This youthful bloom, a grape's sweet wine,
With vintage highs, divinely fine.
Smooth, so smooth, a heart's design.
No one knows the way I roam.
Through every lane, a madman's plea.
This youthful bloom, a grape's sweet wine,
With vintage highs, divinely fine.
Smooth, so smooth, a heart's design.
No one knows the way I roam.

In sixteen petals, a garden's riot,
My youth's uproar, a joyous client.
Your eyes offer a sacrifice,
Your waist, a love's paradise.
Your raven hair, your cheeks so fair,
My heart is lost within your snare.
Your raven hair, my soul's desire,
Your cheeks so fair, set my heart afire.
Both strike with burning blaze,
No one knows the way I roam.
Through every lane, a madman's plea,
This youthful bloom, a grape's sweet wine,
With vintage highs, divinely fine.
Smooth, so smooth, a heart's design.
No one knows the way I roam.

A Jaipur red, a scarf so bold,
From Bareilly's garden, a nose ring of gold.
Where I wander, fragrance I impart,
Like jasmine's vine, upon the heart.
All who see, they call to me,
No one can steal, only I, free.
All who see, they call to me,
Oh friend, the season is free.
My moment's charm, the days so sweet,
No one knows the way I roam.
Through every lane, a madman's plea,
This youthful bloom, a grape's sweet wine,
With vintage highs, divinely fine.
Smooth, so smooth, a heart's design.
No one knows the way I roam.