kala doriya kundi nal adiya oye
ke chote devra bhabhi nal ladya hoye
lakh khushiya mildiya ne, jado mehar khuda di hove
ral milke sab baithe haa, na dil dil tau juda kadi hove
kala doriya kundi nal adiya oye
ke chote devra bhabhi nal ladya hoye
kala doriya kundi nal adiya oye
ke chote devra bhabhi nal ladya hoye
chote devra teri dur bulayi re
na lad soniya teri ek parjayi re
oye kala doriya kundi nal adiya oye
ke chote devra bhabhi nal ladya hoye

fula di bahara rati aayo na, shava rati aayo na
ful gayi gumra rati aayo na, shava rati aayo na
aase pava pase pava wich wich pava galiya
jai mera rangan nam na miliya, dund tera sab galiya
ek mera ranjn aaya dil da chandan aaya
fula di bahara rati aayo na, shava rati aayo na
ful gayi gumra rati aayo na, shava rati aayo na
shava rati aayo na

bari barsi khatn gaya si, khat ke le aandiya faliya
bari barsi khatan gya si, khat ke le aandiya faliya
ve kudiya punjab diya
dudh makhna naal paliya kudiya punjab diya
dudh makhna naal paliya kudiya punjab diya
dudh makhna naal paliya kudiya punjab diya

bari barsi khatan gaya si, khat ke le aandiya kadiya
bari barsi khatan gaya si, khat ke le aandiya kadiya
ve munde punjab de
byah ke lyonde pariya munde punjab de
byah ke lyonde pariya munde punjab de
byah ke lyonde pariya munde punjab de
byah ke lyonde pariya munde punjab de

The black rope entwined with the latch, O!
The younger brother, with his sister-in-law, did clash, O!
A million joys are found, when God's grace descends,
We sit together, all entwined, never our hearts to sunder, never ends.
The black rope entwined with the latch, O!
The younger brother, with his sister-in-law, did clash, O!
The black rope entwined with the latch, O!
The younger brother, with his sister-in-law, did clash, O!
Young brother, your gait is so fine,
Do not quarrel, my son, with your sister-in-law divine.
The black rope entwined with the latch, O!
The younger brother, with his sister-in-law, did clash, O!

The blossom's embrace, come in the night, Shava! Come in the night!
Forget the wandering, come in the night, Shava! Come in the night!
Through alleyways, weaving, passing,
If my Beloved does not find me, I'll search all passing.
My Beloved has come, Shava! My heart's sandalwood, Shava!
The blossom's embrace, come in the night, Shava! Come in the night!
Forget the wandering, come in the night, Shava! Come in the night!
Shava! Come in the night!

I went to the market, to gather,
And brought back the beans, to gather.
Oh, the girls of Punjab,
Nurtured on milk and butter, the girls of Punjab.
Nurtured on milk and butter, the girls of Punjab.
Nurtured on milk and butter, the girls of Punjab.

I went to the market, to gather,
And brought back the bangles, to gather.
Oh, the boys of Punjab,
They bring home brides of such beauty, the boys of Punjab.
They bring home brides of such beauty, the boys of Punjab.
They bring home brides of such beauty, the boys of Punjab.
They bring home brides of such beauty, the boys of Punjab.