bistar chhod ke so gaya chadar odh ke so gaya
bistar chhod ke so gaya chadar odh ke so gaya
haye haye bhari jawani me mera balam budha ho gaya
haye haye bhari jawani me mera balam budha ho gaya
bistar chhod ke so gaya chadar odh ke so gaya
bistar chhod ke so gaya chadar odh ke so gaya
haye haye bhari jawani me mera balam budha ho gaya
haye haye bhari jawani me mera balam budha ho gaya

bali umariya re chalke prem gagriya re
bali umariya re chalke prem gagriya re
suni meri sajaniya re julmi bada sawariya re
wo muh mod ke so gaya wo muh mod ke so gaya
haye haye bhari jawani me mera balam budha ho gaya
haye haye bhari jawani me mera balam budha ho gaya

bhigi naina kajra re tare ban gaye angare
bhigi naina kajra re tare ban gaye angare
rup jawani sab hare ek hi rat me wo sare
wade tod ke so gaya wade tod ke so gaya
haye haye bhari jawani me mera balam budha ho gaya
haye haye bhari jawani me re mera balam budha ho gaya

rutha sajan manau mai rutha sajan manau mai
usko kya kar jau mai nagan si bal khau mai
ye ungali kise dikhau mai
wo jise marod ke so gaya wo jise marod ke so gaya
haye haye bhari jawani me mera balam budha ho gaya
haye haye bhari jawani me mera balam budha ho gaya
bistar chhod ke so gaya chadar odh ke so gaya
haye haye bhari jawani me mera balam budha ho gaya
haye haye bhari jawani me mera balam budha ho gaya

He left the bed, he slept beneath the sheet,
He left the bed, he slept beneath the sheet,
Alas, in youth's full bloom, my love has aged,
Alas, in youth's full bloom, my love has aged,
He left the bed, he slept beneath the sheet,
He left the bed, he slept beneath the sheet,
Alas, in youth's full bloom, my love has aged,
Alas, in youth's full bloom, my love has aged.

In youthful bloom, love's pitcher overflows,
In youthful bloom, love's pitcher overflows,
My love deserted, cruel is my dark one,
He turned away, he chose to sleep alone,
Alas, in youth's full bloom, my love has aged,
Alas, in youth's full bloom, my love has aged.

My tear-soaked eyes, kohl-lined, stars turn to embers,
My tear-soaked eyes, kohl-lined, stars turn to embers,
Youth and beauty, all are lost, in one night,
He broke his vows, he chose to sleep at last,
Alas, in youth's full bloom, my love has aged,
Alas, in youth's full bloom, my love has aged.

My angered love, I must appease,
My angered love, I must appease,
What can I do, what can I be, I writhe like a serpent free,
To whom shall I show these accusing hands?
He twisted them away, and fell asleep at last,
Alas, in youth's full bloom, my love has aged,
Alas, in youth's full bloom, my love has aged.
He left the bed, he slept beneath the sheet,
Alas, in youth's full bloom, my love has aged,
Alas, in youth's full bloom, my love has aged.