baithi thi main kajal mehandi aur lali lagaye
sainya jee itarake aaye munh mein pan dabaye
maine sainya se, maine sainya se
maine sainya se ki demand ke jhat se baja baje re
maine sainya se ki demand jhat se baja baje haay

sine me bekarari thi, main soi thi na jagi thi
kate na katati thi rate, sine me bekarari thi
main soi thi naa jaagi thi, kate na katati thi rate
sainya jee jhum ke aaye, jo hukke ko sulagaaye
andhere mein dhokhe se khatiya mein aag lagaye
maine sainya se, maine sainya se
maine sainya se ki demand thar thar damakal chale
maine sainya se ki demand ke thar thar damakal chale haay

jo pani mein nahayi thi, main thodi si lajayi thi
bahaki huyei thei ye sanse, jo pani mein nahayi thi
main thodi si lajayi thi, bahaki huyi thi ye sanse

sainya jee jhum ke aaye, aur takiye pe tek lagaye
phir than se jaane kya hua khatiya hee dubee jaaye
maine sainya se, maine sainya se, maine sainya se
maine sainya se ki demand chap chap chappu chale
maine sainya se ki demand ke chap chap chappu chalele are

baithee thi main kajal mehandi aur lali lagaye
sainya jee itra ke aaye munh mein paan dabaye
maine sainya se, maine sainya se
maine sainya se ki demand ke jhat se baja baje
maine sainya se ki demand ke jhat se baja baje re
maine sainya se ki demand jhat se baja baje

Adorned, I sat, kohl-lined, henna-veiled, lips painted bright,
My love arrived, swaggering, betel leaf held tight.
I made a plea, to him, to my love, I begged,
"Let the drums erupt, let the music be shed!"
I made a plea, let the drums erupt with might!

Restless heart, I neither slept nor woke,
The endless night, a torment, a cruel yoke.
Restless heart, I neither slept nor woke,
The endless night, a torment, a cruel yoke.
My love, he swayed, and lit his hookah's coil,
In the dimness, a trick, set the cot to broil.
I made a plea, to him, to my love, I craved,
"Let the fire-trucks tremble, the water be waved!"
I made a plea, let the fire-trucks come and save!

I bathed, emerged, a blush upon my skin,
My breath, it raced, a wildness from within.
I bathed, emerged, a blush upon my skin,
My breath, it raced, a wildness from within.

My love, he swayed, leaned back upon a pillow's ease,
Then, from his touch, the cot began to appease.
I made a plea, to him, to my love, I sighed,
"Let the oars now splash, let the vessel glide!"
I made a plea, let the oars now glide!

Adorned, I sat, kohl-lined, henna-veiled, lips painted bright,
My love arrived, swaggering, betel leaf held tight.
I made a plea, to him, to my love, I begged,
"Let the drums erupt, let the music be shed!"
I made a plea, let the drums erupt, be shed!
I made a plea, let the drums erupt!