binti arey binti sunle tanik
natkhat gori mori binti sunle
tanik natkhat gori mori
beech bajariya na kar jiya chori gori
beech bajariya na kar jiya chori gori
binti beta zara sur me chal
o ho tal me tal me

ped pe chada baitha gokul ka chhora
ped pe chada baitha gokul ka chhora, dekho
ped pe chada baitha gokul ka chhora
dekh ke aise na tod jiya mora
dekh ke aise na tod jiya mora
maine to na hi kholi maine to na hi kholi
arey maine to na hi kholi gagariya chori
binti sunle tanik natkhat

Hark, a plea, a whisper's grace,
Listen, rogue, with a playful face.
My heart aches, a plea I send,
In the market's throng, my spirit bend,
Do not steal my heart, my dear,
In the market's bustling sphere.
Prithee, child, in tune, let's tread,
Oh, with rhythm, let our spirits wed.

On a tree, he sits, the Gokul's son,
Upon the branches, his mischief spun,
He watches, a shadow bright,
Do not break my heart with that sight,
Do not crush my inner light,
My earthen vessel, untouched, untied,
Unopened, my water jar beside,
Hark, listen, rogue, with a playful stride.