bhawra bhawra bhawra bada diwana
lute kali kali ka rang
wo lute kali kali ka rang, wo lute kali kali ka rang
madhuban me chhayi hariyali, kali khili hai dali dali
dekh kali ko mast ho gayi, bhawre ki aankhe matwali
bhawra bada machalvi bada syanado din ka hai kanth
wo lute kali kali ka rang, wo lute kali kali ka rang

khili huyi kaliyo par jaye, lachke kha kar gulab lagaye
jiska ras pi dala uske, pas na jaye aankh churaye
bhawra ye hai kala wo hai gori, komal komal ang
lute kali kali ka rang wo lute kali kali ka rang

rang bhi kala dil bhi kala, ras pikar uad jane wala
is se dil na lagana o, ye na hai sath dene wala
bhawra di leke ye daga karega, yahi iska dang
wo lute kali kali ka rang, wo lute kali kali ka rang

A bumblebee, a frantic soul,
A thief of hues, a raven's toll.
He steals the color of each bloom,
He steals the color, seals the doom.

The orchard breathes a verdant sigh,
Each branch unfolds beneath the sky.
The bee, in ecstasy, takes flight,
His eyes ablaze with pure delight.
He's fickle, sly, a fleeting guest,
A song of two days in his breast.
He steals the color of each bloom,
He steals the color, seals the doom.

He seeks the bud, the rose's grace,
And bends to kiss the fragrant face.
Once drained of nectar, he departs,
Avoiding eyes, with broken hearts.
The bee is dark, the flower fair,
With tender limbs beyond compare.
He steals the color of each bloom,
He steals the color, seals the doom.

His hue is black, his heart the same,
He drinks, then flees, a whispered name.
Don't bind your soul to such a one,
He'll leave you when the day is done.
He’ll steal your heart, then disappear,
Betrayal is his only sphere.
He steals the color of each bloom,
He steals the color, seals the doom.