bansi ki dhun sun tere liye chun chun
laayi hu mai bagiya se gori gori kaliya
bansi ki dhun sun tere liye chun chun
laayi hu mai bagiya se gori gori kaliya
nikali hu chup chup, ghar se mai luk chhup
aayi hu sajaane balam teri galiya

bhole sajan tere dil ki jalan
mai to jaan gayi, jaan gayi, jaan gayi re
bhole sajan tere dil ki jalan
mai to jaan gayi, jaan gayi, jaan gayi re
teri nazar kise dhundhe idhar
mai to jaan gayi, jaan gayi, jaan gayi re
teri mithi nazar pehchaan gayi re
duniya se bach bach, kehti hu sach sach
aayi hu sajaane balam teri galiya
bansi ki dhun sun tere liye chun chun
laayi hu mai bagiya se gori gori kaliya

baanki palak yah saloni jhalak
mohe maar gayi, maar gayi, maar gayi re
baanki palak yah saloni jhalak
mohe maar gayi, maar gayi, maar gayi re
tere kasam yah suratiya balam
mohe maar gayi, maar gayi, maar gayi re
mai to baithe bithaaye jiya haar gayi re
dil mera pal pal, kehta tha chal chal
aayi hu sajaane balam teri galiya
bansi ki dhun sun tere liye chun chun
laayi hu mai bagiya se gori gori kaliya
nikali hu chup chup, ghar se mai luk chhup
aayi hu sajaane balam teri galiya

For you, I gather, hearing the flute's call,
Fair petals, from the garden's embrace.
For you, I gather, hearing the flute's call,
Fair petals, from this blossoming space.

Silently, I slipped, from home's veiled keep,
To adorn, beloved, your pathways I trace.

Innocent love, your heart's burning plea,
I understand, I understand, I see.
Innocent love, your heart's burning plea,
I understand, I understand, I see.
Whom does your gaze seek, in this reverie?
I understand, I understand, I see.
Your sweet glance, its secret, it reveals to me.
From the world, I hide, whispering truth's decree,
To adorn, beloved, your pathways I trace.
For you, I gather, hearing the flute's call,
Fair petals, from the garden's embrace.

Your arched lashes, a vision so bright,
Have wounded me, have wounded me, with light.
Your arched lashes, a vision so bright,
Have wounded me, have wounded me, with light.
By your vow, this form, my beloved, so right,
Has wounded me, has wounded me, with light.
I, without striving, lost my life's fight.
My heart, each moment, urged me to take flight,
To adorn, beloved, your pathways I trace.
For you, I gather, hearing the flute's call,
Fair petals, from the garden's embrace.
Silently, I slipped, from home's veiled keep,
To adorn, beloved, your pathways I trace.