athra baras ki kanwari kali thi
ghunghat me mukhda chhupake chali thi
athra baras ki kanwari kali thi
ghunghat me mukhda chhupake chali thi

phasi gori
phasi gori chane ke khet me
huyi chori chane ke khet me

pehle toh julmi ne pakdi kalayi
phir usne chupke se ungli dabayi
pehle toh julmi ne pakdi kalayi
phir usne chupke se ungli dabayi

jora jori
jora jori chane ke khet me
huyi chori chane ke khet me

mere aage pichhe shikariyo ke ghere
baithe waha sare jawani ke lutere
mere aage pichhe shikariyo ke ghere
baithe waha sare jawani ke lutere

hari mai hari pukarke
yaha waha dekhi niharke
yaha waha dehki niharke
joban pe chunri girake chali thi
joban pe chunri girake chali thi
hatho me kangna sajake chali thi

chudi tuti
chudi tuti chane ke khet me
jora jori chane ke khet me

tauba meri tauba nigahe naa milau
aise kaise sab ko kahani mai batau
tauba meri tauba nigahe naa milau
aise kaise sab ko kahani mai batau

kya kya huwa mere sath re
koyi bhi toh aaya naa hath re
koyi bhi toh aaya naa hath re
lehnge me gota jadake chali thi
lehnge me gota jadake chali thi
balo me gajra lagake chali thi

bali chhuti
bali chhuti chane ke khet me
jora jori chane ke khet me

athra baras ki kanwari kali thi
ghunghat me mukhda chhupake chali thi
phasi gori
phasi gori chane ke khet me
huyi chori chane ke khet me

pehle toh julmi ne pakdi kalayi
phir usne chupke se ungli dabayi
jora jori
jora jori chane ke khet me
huyi chori chane ke khet me


lyrics typed by: neha gupta

A maiden bloom, eighteen springs held dear,
Her face veiled, hiding from all fear,
A maiden bloom, eighteen springs held dear,
Her face veiled, hiding from all fear,
Caught, fair one caught, within the field of grain,
Stolen, a theft, within the sun's domain.
First, a tyrant's grip, her wrist ensnared,
Then, a silent pressure, a finger dared.
First, a tyrant's grip, her wrist ensnared,
Then, a silent pressure, a finger dared.

Force, force, within the field of grain,
Stolen, a theft, within the sun's domain.
Hunters' circles, closing in around,
Youth's plunderers, on hallowed ground.
Hunters' circles, closing in around,
Youth's plunderers, on hallowed ground.
I lost, I lost, calling out in vain,
Searching, gazing, through sun and rain,
Searching, gazing, through sun and rain.
A veil of youth, she cast aside and fell,
Adorned, bracelets' chime, a story to tell.

Broken, bangles broken, in the field of grain,
Force, force, within the sun's domain.
Repent, I repent, my gaze won't meet,
How can I tell the world, this bitter feat?
Repent, I repent, my gaze won't meet,
How can I tell the world, this bitter feat?

What happened to me, with cruel embrace,
No hand to help, in this desolate space,
No hand to help, in this desolate space.
Her skirt, with gold, she once did grace,
Her hair, with jasmine, time and space.

Earring lost, earring lost, in the field of grain,
Force, force, within the sun's domain.
A maiden bloom, eighteen springs held dear,
Her face veiled, hiding from all fear,
Caught, fair one caught, within the field of grain,
Stolen, a theft, within the sun's domain.
First, a tyrant's grip, her wrist ensnared,
Then, a silent pressure, a finger dared.
Force, force, force, within the field of grain,
Stolen, a theft, within the sun's domain.