dhaake malmal ki sadi
manga de manga de balma
garmi lage
dhaake malmal ki
o dhaake malmal ki sadi
manga de manga de balma
garmi lage

ab to hai mausam garmi ka laaga
ab to hai mausam garmi ka laaga
mujhpe ye chadti jawani
hay ram mujhpe ye chadti jawani
thandi hawa meri dushman bani hai
meri dushman bani hai
sara badan hua pani
o mora sara badan hua pani
aise waise kapde humko na bhaye
mohe jali ki angiya sila de sila de balma
garmi lage
mohe jali ki
o mohe jali ki angiya sila de sila de balma
garmi lage

yaha garmi ki luho se pala pade
yaha garmi ki luho se pala pade
mera gora badan hay kala pade
mera gora badan hay kala pade
raavi ki reti me bangla chhava de
ya to paris ki sher kara de kara de balma
garmi lage
ya to paris ki
o ya to paris ki sher kara de kara de balma
garmi lage

najuk hai jaan kahi dar jau main
hay dar jau main
hay kaise batau tumhe lazau mai
hay kaise batau tumhe lazau mai
belgadi me joro ke jhatke lage mohe
chhoti motar me humko ghuma de
ghuma de balma, garmi lage
chhoti motar me
ho chhoti motar me humko ghuma de
ghuma de balma, garmi lage

Veiled in muslin's gentle grace,
My love, my love, a garment trace,
The heat does blaze.
Oh, muslin's weave, a whisper light,
My love, my love, a cooling sight,
The heat does bite.

The summer's breath, a fiery kiss,
The summer's touch, I cannot miss,
My youth ascends.
Upon me, this burgeoning bloom,
My enemy, the air's hot fume,
My very being transcends.
My whole form, a melted tear,
Such clothes, my love, I cannot bear,
A net of lace, my heart's desire,
My love, my love, the heat does sear,
A net of lace, inflame the fire,
The heat does burn.

Here, summer's furnace, fiercely bright,
Here, summer's kiss, both dark and light,
My fair skin, touched by the night.
Upon Ravi's sands, a palace rare,
Or Paris' tour, a breath of air,
My love, my love, the heat does share,
Or Paris' grace, beyond compare,
My love, my love, the heat does flare.

Fragile my soul, I fear, I fear,
How can I speak, my love, so near,
How can I speak, my heart does teem,
In jolting carts, a painful dream,
A motor's hum, a gentle stream,
My love, my love, the heat supreme,
A motor's grace, and cooling gleam,
My love, my love, the heat does beam.