beech bajariya mori chunariya
sar se sarki jaaye
chunariya sar se sarki jaaye
beech bajariya mori chunariya
sar se sarki jaaye
chunariya sar se sarki jaaye

idhar sambhaalu gire udhar se
baabu ji goondo ke dar se
idhar sambhaalu gire udhar se
baabu ji goondon ke dar se
jiyaa moraa ghabraaye o baabu
jiyaa moraa ghabraaye
chunariya sar se sarki jaaye
chunariya sar se sarki jaaye
beech bajariyaa mori chunariya
sar se sarki jaaye
chunariya sar se sarki jaaye

ghoonghat mein naino ka jodaa
gora gora mukhda mora
ghoonghat mein naino ka jodaa
gora gora mukhda mora
koi dekh na paaye o baabukoi dekh na paaye
chunariya sar se sarki jaaye
chunariya sar se sarki jaaye
beech bajariya mori chunariya
sar se sarki jaaye
chunariya sar se sarki jaaye

jisko dekhu aage peechhe
mo se chhed kare o baabu
mo se chhed kare
koi mera daaman kheenche
koi baanh dhare o baabu
koi baanh dhare koi pukaare haaye
koi pukaare haaye
chunariyaa sar se sarki jaaye
chunariyaa sar se sarki jaaye
beech bajariyaa mori chunariya
sar se sarki jaaye
chunariyaa sar se sarki jaaye
beech bajariyaa mori chunariya
sar se sarki jaaye
chunariyaa sar se sarki jaaye

My veil, across the marketplace,
begins to slip, and falls apace.
My veil, across the marketplace,
begins to slip, and falls apace.

One side I gather, down it tumbles,
from the gaze of the elder's grumbles.
One side I gather, down it tumbles,
from the gaze of the elder's grumbles.
My heart it trembles, oh beloved,
my heart it trembles,
My veil, across the marketplace,
begins to slip, and falls apace.
My veil, across the marketplace,
begins to slip, and falls apace.

Within the veil, my eyes entwine,
my face, so fair, a pearl divine.
Within the veil, my eyes entwine,
my face, so fair, a pearl divine.
Let none behold, oh my beloved,
let none behold my face.
My veil, across the marketplace,
begins to slip, and falls apace.
My veil, across the marketplace,
begins to slip, and falls apace.

As I glance ahead, behind me,
they pierce me with their words, they bind me.
They pierce me with their words.
Some grasp my shawl, my arm they seize,
they call to me with troubled ease,
they call to me.
Some call to me with cries of woe,
with cries of woe
My veil, across the marketplace,
begins to slip, and falls apace.
My veil, across the marketplace,
begins to slip, and falls apace.
My veil, across the marketplace,
begins to slip, and falls apace.
My veil, across the marketplace,
begins to slip, and falls apace.