bin payal ke ghunghru baje, bin badal ke bijuriya naache
bin sawan ke barkha barse, bin gori ke yeh manwa tarse
hai yar chale madhuban, bin godi ke dulha hai chale
bin doli ke dulhaniya saje, bin barati tambu hai lage
bin pandit ke phere hai pade, yeh jodi hai number one

oh kahe sataye sajna le chal tu apne angna
pehna de mujhko kangna tere bina nahi rehna
chandan sa badan chanchal chitwan
behke hai man mehke hai tan
yeh jodi hai number one, bin kursi ke neta hai khade
bin murgi ke ande hai pade, bin pani ke jhalke hai ghade
bin goli ke fauji hain lade, yeh jodi hai number one

oh raho me meri kahde ho, jane kyon pichhe pade ho
lagta hai chikne gade ho, kitne jo jid pe ade ho
dekho yeh pawan chale sanan sanan
tu hai meri lagan karo sau sau jatan
yeh jodi hai number one

bin choti ke gajra hai saje, bin ankhiya ke kajra hai lage
bin aandhi ke ghunghat hai ude
bin bottle ke daru hai chade, yeh jodi hai number one
bin payal ke ghunghru baje, bin badal ke bijuriya nache
bin sawan ke barkha barse, bin gori ke yeh manwa tars
hai yar chale madhuban, yeh jodi hai number one

No bells chime, yet music flows,
No storm clouds gather, lightning glows.
No monsoon pours, yet rain descends,
My heart aches, for love transcends.

My love departs for the sacred grove,
A groom ascends, no steed to move.
A bride adorns, no palanquin,
A wedding tent, where shadows spin.
No priest intones the sacred vow,
This pair, the finest, here and now.

Oh, why torment me, my love,
Take me hence, to your heaven above.
Adorn me with bangles, bind me to you,
Without your embrace, I know not what to do.
A sandalwood body, a restless gaze,
My spirit sways, my body sways.
This pair, the finest, bold and bright,
No chair for the leader, standing in light.
No chicken laid, the egg appears,
No water, yet the pitcher cheers.
No bullet fired, the soldier stands,
This pair, the finest, across the lands.

Oh, in my path, you say these things,
Why do you follow, what joy it brings?
You seem so slippery, smooth and sly,
How many more times will you try?
See the betel leaf, my sweet delight,
You are my passion, my guiding light.
This pair, the finest, in love's sweet art.

No braid, yet flowers in my hair,
No eyes, yet kohl is everywhere.
No tempest blows, the veil takes flight,
No bottle sways, yet drunk with light.
This pair, the finest, pure and whole.
No bells chime, yet music takes its toll,
No storm clouds gather, lightning bright,
No monsoon pours, yet rain's pure light,
My heart aches, for love takes flight.
My love departs for the sacred grove,
This pair, the finest, love's true love.