chutki bhar sindoor se tune meri mang saja di
tere mere pyar ki sajan tune umar badha di
bindiya bole kya bole kajara bole kya bole
bindiya bole kya bole kajara bole kya bole
jumka bole kya bole gajara bole kya bole
sath sajan ka chute na
bindiya bole kya bole kajara bole kya bole
jumka bole kya bole gajara bolekya bole
sath sajan ka chute na
bindiya bole kya bole kajara bole kya bole

pawan basanti van maduvan se ye sandesha layi hai
do sasso ki do ruhoo ki aj milan rut ai hai
tujhe dekha tujhe chaha tujhe pyar kiya
ghadi ghadi sirf tera intzar kiya
yaha jao kha jao tujhe dekho tujhe pao
bina tera kahi lage nahi mora jiya
mahendi bole kya bole lali bole kya bole
chala bole kya bole bali bole kya bole
sath sajan ka chute na
bindiya bole kya bole kajara bole kya bole

mere is mann ke mandir mein tera rup suhana hai
ganga ke jal se bhi pawan maine tujhko manga hai
tere liya dua mangoo subh sham piya
mere hotho par hai bus tera nam piya
teri khaboo ko sajao tujhe ankho mein chupao
nahi aye duja koi kam piya chudi bole kya bole
kangna bole kya bole chunri bole kya bole
sajna bole kya bole, sath sajan ka chute na
bindiya bole kya bole kajara bole kya bole
sath sajan ka chute na sath sajan ka chute na
sath sajan ka chute na

A pinch of vermillion, you painted my parting's crest,
My love's chronicle, O beloved, you've blessed,
Our days unfurled, our life's own quest.

What whispers the bindi, what says the kohl's art?
What echoes the jhumka, what speaks the garland's heart?
May my lover's hand never depart.
What whispers the bindi, what says the kohl's art?

The spring breeze, from forest and grove, a message bears,
Of two souls entwined, on paths now shared, in joy, it declares.
To see you, to love you, your essence I claim,
Each moment, I wait, calling your name.
Where shall I wander, where to find you near?
Without you, my soul finds no comfort, filled with fear.
What murmurs the henna, what glows the crimson's hue?
What rings the ring, what the ear-jewels do?
May my lover's hand never be through.
What whispers the bindi, what says the kohl's art?

In my heart's temple, your image, a radiant grace,
More pure than Ganges' water, I see your face.
For you, I pray, morning and night, my dear,
On my lips, only your name, I hold so near.
I adorn your dreams, within my eyes they reside,
No other work, save you, my heart confides.
What the bangles chime, what the armlets impart?
What the veil sings, what whispers my heart?
May my lover's hand never depart.
What whispers the bindi, what says the kohl's art?
May my lover's hand never depart.
May my lover's hand never depart.
May my lover's hand never depart.