champa ke das phul chameli ki ek kali
are haye murakh ki sari rain chatur ki ek ghadi
chale aao na satao chale aao na satao
mori hiyra ki agni bujhae jao re
hamra jiyrwa de de balma nagin ye samjho
sajna mai sidhi sadhi nar hu na nagin ye samjho
hamra jiyrwa de de balma nagin ye samjho

bholi suratiya nichi najariya aaya ek anadi
mauka pa mori baiya marodi nikla bada khiladi
bholi suratiya nichi najariya aaya ek anadi
mauka pa mori baiya marodi nikla bada khiladi
chitwan ne hathkadi laga di rup ne mara dhakka
hay dekh ke mora jadu tona ho gaya hakka bakka
chale aao na satao chale aao na satao
mori hiyra ki agni bujhae jao re
hamra jiyrwa de de balma nagin ye samjho
sajna mai sidhi sadhi nar hu na nagin ye samjho
hamra jiyrwa de de balma nagin ye samjho

sawa lahk ke hoth hamare dedh lahk ke naina
chudi bhari kalai mori teen lahk ki hai na
sawa lahk ke hoth hamare dedh lahk ke naina
chudi bhari kalai mori teen lahk ki hai na
char lahk ki chunar lahanga panch lahk ke bol
sat lahk ki mori kamariya tan mora anmol
chale aao na satao chale aao na satao
mori hiyra ki agni bujhae jao re
hamra jiyrwa de de balma nagin ye samjho
sajna mai sidhi sadhi nar hu na nagin ye samjho
hamra jiyrwa de de balma nagin ye samjho

Ten champak blooms, a jasmine bud's embrace,
A fool's long night, a wise one's fleeting space.
Come, cease your torment, come, oh, come to me,
Quench the fire within my heart, you see.
Give me your love, my love, do not fear the serpent's guise,
My innocent heart, a woman's truth, not lies.
Give me your love, my love, do not fear the serpent's guise.

A simple face, eyes cast down low, a naive heart's decree,
He seized my arm, a wrestler bold, revealed his treachery.
A simple face, eyes cast down low, a naive heart's decree,
He seized my arm, a wrestler bold, revealed his treachery.
His gaze, a shackle, beauty's forceful shove,
He saw my magic, spellbound by my love.
Come, cease your torment, come, oh, come to me,
Quench the fire within my heart, you see.
Give me your love, my love, do not fear the serpent's guise,
My innocent heart, a woman's truth, not lies.
Give me your love, my love, do not fear the serpent's guise.

A hundred twenty-five thousand for my lips' sweet song,
A hundred fifty thousand for my eyes, where dreams belong.
A hundred twenty-five thousand for my lips' sweet song,
A hundred fifty thousand for my eyes, where dreams belong.
Three hundred thousand for the bangles on my wrist so fair,
Four hundred thousand for the veil, beyond compare.
Five hundred thousand for the words that I impart,
Seven hundred thousand for my waist, an art.
Come, cease your torment, come, oh, come to me,
Quench the fire within my heart, you see.
Give me your love, my love, do not fear the serpent's guise,
My innocent heart, a woman's truth, not lies.
Give me your love, my love, do not fear the serpent's guise.