ho chhal chhal chhalake in ankho ki gagariya
chhal chhal chhalake in ankho ki gagariya, ye zalim javani tadapae
malamal ki ye halki chunariya, ki jitana sabhalu gir jae
chhal chhal chhalake in ankho ki gagariya, ye zalim javani tadapae
malamal ki ye halki chunariya, ki jitana sabhalu gir jae
chhal chhal chhalake in ankho ki gagariya
chhal chhal chhalake in ankho ki gagariya

apane hi chachal man ko kosu, kahe ko nikali thi bajariya
kahe ko nikali thi bajariya
kisane nazariya ke tir chalae, chhalani ho gai
mori chunariya mori chunariya, mori chunariya mori chunariya
dekho re sakhi kahi bhag na jae mohe karake vo zakhmi
hay chhal chhal chhalake in ankho ki gagariya
chhal chhal chhalake in ankho ki gagariya
ai ruk ruk ek madhuban ki hiraniya
ruk ruk ek madhuban ki hiraniya, kanhaiya tori nagari me ae
ek jhalak bas daras dikha de kahe chunari me mukhada chhipae
ruk ruk ek madhuban ki hiraniya
ruk ruk ek madhuban ki hiraniya

apana bhi dil prem divana, tumara akela dosh nahi
apana bhi dil prem divana, tumara akela dosh nahi
aya kaha se jana kaha hai, itana bhi ab to hosh nahi
tohari nagariya ki ulajhi dagariya ho
tohari nagariya ki ulajhi dagariya ho
jaise joganiya ho lat ulajhae
ruk ruk ek madhuban ki hiraniya
ruk ruk ek madhuban ki hiraniya

o dharati chale akash ko chhune
dharati chale akash ko chhune, leke uthe jab agadai
par kitana hai bhola tu paradesiya, tori akal pe mai sharamai
akal pe mai sharamai
hote hai javani ke din aise, jaise chidiya ke par lag jae
chhal chhal chhalake in ankho ki gagariya, ye zalim javani tadapae
malamal ki ye halki chunariya, ki jitana sabhalu gir jae
ruk ruk ek madhuban ki hiraniya, kanhaiya tori nagari me ae
ek jhalak bas daras dikha de kahe chunari me mukhada chhipae

The pitcher of my eyes overflows, a spill, a spill,
this cruel youth, it makes me yearn.
This sheer scarf, so light, so fine,
the more I hold it, it slips and turns.
The pitcher of my eyes overflows.

I curse my restless heart, for what
did it venture to the bazaar's churn?
Who launched the arrows of a glance?
My scarf is pierced, it's torn, it's torn.
See, friend, lest it flee,
leaving me wounded, forlorn.
The pitcher of my eyes overflows.

Oh, stop, stop, a doe of the forest,
Krishna comes to your town, they say.
Grant just a glimpse, a glimpse of you,
why hide your face away?
Stop, stop, a doe of the forest.

My heart, too, is drunk on love,
it is not your fault alone.
Where did it come from, where does it go?
I no longer know.
Your town's paths are tangled,
like a yogini, her locks unknown.
Stop, stop, a doe of the forest.

Oh, the earth, it strives to touch the sky,
stretching when it awakes.
But how innocent you are, traveler,
I am ashamed of your mistakes.
For youth's days are like these,
when wings sprout on the birds that take.
The pitcher of my eyes overflows, this cruel youth torments.
This sheer scarf, so light, so fine,
the more I hold it, it slips and falls.
Stop, stop, a doe of the forest,
Krishna comes to your town, they call.
Grant just a glimpse, a glimpse of you,
why hide your face behind the shawl?