hey le, hey le
bichhwa jawani ka
are bichhwa jawani ka dank mare
dank mare dank mare
dank mare dank mare
hey le, hey le

vaidh na bulao, na hakim ko bulao
vaidh na bulao, na hakim ko bulao
saiya se kah do zehar utare
dank mare dank mare
dank mare dank mare
are bichhwa jawani ka haye
dank mare dank mare
dank mare dank mare

dil mera dhadke badan mera tute
pallu gire dor amiya ki chhute
are dil mera dhadke badan mera tute
pallu gire jor amiya ki chhute
din mein bhi aaye najar humko gagan ke sitare
are bichhwa jawani ka bichhwa jawani ka dank mare
dank mare dank mare
dank mare dank mare

kaise batau ke hai haal kaisa
pahle kabhi na utha dard aisa
are kaise batau ke hai haal kaisa
pahle kabhi na utha dard aisa
kahna jo kah na saku koi to samjhe ishaare
are bichhwa jawani ka bichhwa jawani ka dank mare
dank mare dank mare
dank mare dank mare
hey le, hey le

vaidh na bulao, na hakim ko bulao
vaidh na bulao, na hakim ko bulao
saiya se kah do zehar utare
dank mare dank mare
dank mare dank mare
dank mare dank mare
dank mare dank mare
are bichhwa jawani ka haye
ae bichhwa jawani ka haye
dank mare dank mare
dank mare dank mare
ae daya karo

Heave, heave,
The scorpion of youth.
Oh, the scorpion of youth stings,
Stings, stings,
Stings, stings,
Heave, heave.

Don't call the healers, nor the wise,
Don't call the healers, nor the wise,
Tell my love to draw out the poison.
Stings, stings,
Stings, stings,
Oh, the scorpion of youth, alas!
Stings, stings,
Stings, stings.

My heart pounds, my body breaks,
My veil slips, the strings of my blouse loosen.
Oh, my heart pounds, my body breaks,
My veil slips, the strings of my blouse loosen.
Even in day, I see the stars of the sky.
Oh, the scorpion of youth, the scorpion of youth, stings,
Stings, stings,
Stings, stings.

How can I tell you of my state?
Such pain I've never known.
Oh, how can I tell you of my state?
Such pain I've never known.
If I can't speak, may someone understand my signs.
Oh, the scorpion of youth, the scorpion of youth, stings,
Stings, stings,
Stings, stings.
Heave, heave.

Don't call the healers, nor the wise,
Don't call the healers, nor the wise,
Tell my love to draw out the poison.
Stings, stings,
Stings, stings,
Stings, stings,
Stings, stings,
Oh, the scorpion of youth, alas!
Ah, the scorpion of youth, alas!
Stings, stings,
Stings, stings.
Oh, mercy.