ek bholi bhali gori ne
haye haye dil pe jadu kiya
haye haye dil pe jadu kiya
ek bholi bhali gori ne
haye haye dil pe jadu kiya
haye haye dil pe jadu kiya

kya batau dil ka pani ho gaya
kya batau dil ka pani ho gaya
o pyari pyari surat jiya bha gaya
jiya bha gaya
o pyari pyari surat jiya bha gaya
jiya bha gaya
haye dil pe jadu kiya
haye dil pe jadu kiya
ek bholi bhali gori ne
haye haye dil pe jadu kiya
haye haye dil pe jadu kiya

gori chali mai pichhe pichhe ja raha
gori chali mai pichhe pichhe ja raha
wo budha baccha dekh mujhe hansta raha
gata raha
wo budha baccha dekh mujhe hansta raha
gata raha
na tha diwana phir bhi mai
diwana kahla gaya
diwana kahla gaya
na tha diwana phir bhi mai
diwana kahla gaya
haye dil pe jadu kiya
ek bholi bhali gori ne
ek bholi bhali gori ne
haye haye dil pe jadu kiya
haye haye dil pe jadu kiya

na rah saka gori se jakar kah diya
na rah saka gori se jakar kah diya
kyu mitha mitha dard dil me ho raha
dil me ho raha
kyu mitha mitha dard dil me ho raha
dil me ho raha
gin gin chaate mare
gin gin chaate mare
usne phir sau sau gali diya
haaye sau sau gali diya
gin gin chate mare
usne phir sau sau gali diya
haye dil pe jadu kiya
ek bholi bhali gori
ek bholi bhali gori ne
haye haye dil pe jadu kiya
ek bholi bhali gori ne
haye haye dil pe jadu kiya
haye haye dil pe jadu kiya

A fair maiden, innocent and pure,
Cast a spell, a sorcery to endure.
Upon my heart, a magic took hold,
A story in the spirit to be told.

My heart, it melted, water-like it grew,
A deluge of feeling, fresh and new.
Her lovely face, a captivating art,
Stole my soul, and shattered my heart.

A fair maiden, innocent and pure,
Cast a spell, a sorcery to endure.
Upon my heart, a magic took hold,
A story in the spirit to be told.

She walked on, and I followed in her trace,
An old man, observing with a smiling face,
He chuckled at me, singing a song,
As the spell of the beloved lingered long.

Never a madman, yet madness I embraced,
And in that folly, a new self I traced.

A fair maiden, innocent and pure,
Cast a spell, a sorcery to endure.
Upon my heart, a magic took hold,
A story in the spirit to be told.

I could not hold my feelings back,
To her I went, along life's track.
"Why this sweet ache that dwells in me?
Why this torment?" I asked, wild and free.

She, in reply, with slaps did respond,
A hundred curses, quickly beyond.

A fair maiden, innocent and pure,
Cast a spell, a sorcery to endure.
Upon my heart, a magic took hold,
A story in the spirit to be told.