gheradar ghagharo lachchhedar chudadi
gheradar ghagharo lachchhedar chudadi
gheradar ghagharo lachchhedar chudadi
gheradar ghagharo lachchhedar chudadi

dugar upar dugari re usape nache mor
dugar upar dugari re usape nache mor
mere sare divane karate hai dekho shor he

gheradar ghagharo lachchhedar chudadi
gheradar ghagharo lachchhedar chudadi
ye dilavale matavale hai mere chahane vale
pichhe aate hai jaau mai jaha

koi dil me hi marata hai koi aahe bhi bharata hai
koi mujhe pukare sun le meri jaan
dugar upar dugari re usape naache mor
dugar upar dugari re usape naache mor

har din ye paagal mujhako karate hai
kitanaa bore he he
gheradar ghagharo lachchhedar chudadi
gheradar ghagharo lachchhedar chudadi
tumhe kya khabar mere dil me bhi
koi mithi mithisi aag hai
mere tanabadan ko ye lagataa hai
jaise das rahaa koi naag hai
mujhe thik se ye pataa nahi ki mai
raah kisaki hu dekhati
koi aayegaa koi aayegaa mere dil kaa
ab yahi raag hai

ek din to koi aayega jo
rang naya layega
machalega jo dil me koi arama
dugar upar dugari re usape nache mor
dugar upar dugari re usape nache mor

aayega ek na ek din to mere dil kaa chor he
gheradar ghagharo lachchhedar chudadi
gheradar ghagharo lachchhedar chudadi
gheradar ghagharo lachchhedar chudadi
gheradar ghagharo lachchhedar chudadi

dugar upar dugari re usape nache mor
dugar upar dugari re usape nache mor
mere sare divane karate hai dekho shor he
gheradar ghagharo lachchhedar chudadi
gheradar ghagharo lachchhedar chudadi

Swirling skirts and shimmering veils,
Swirling skirts and shimmering veils,
Swirling skirts and shimmering veils,
Swirling skirts and shimmering veils.

Upon the hill, a second crest, where peacocks dance,
Upon the hill, a second crest, where peacocks dance,
My many lovers raise a clamorous chance.

Swirling skirts and shimmering veils,
Swirling skirts and shimmering veils,
These heart-struck, maddened souls, my devotees,
Follow me, no matter where I stray.

Some die within, some sigh with longing sighs,
Some call my name, oh, listen, my soul's desire,
Upon the hill, a second crest, where peacocks dance,
Upon the hill, a second crest, where peacocks dance.

Each heart, a fool, and how they bore me so,
Swirling skirts and shimmering veils,
Swirling skirts and shimmering veils,
You do not know, within my heart as well,
A sweet, sweet fire does burn,
My body feels it, feels it now,
As though a serpent does it turn,
I do not truly know the path I tread,
Whose gaze awaits,
Yet, someone will come, someone will come,
This, my heart's own fate.

One day, someone will arrive,
And bring a brand new hue,
And stir within my heart a dream,
Upon the hill, a second crest, where peacocks dance,
Upon the hill, a second crest, where peacocks dance.

One day he will arrive, the thief of my heart's core,
Swirling skirts and shimmering veils,
Swirling skirts and shimmering veils,
Swirling skirts and shimmering veils,
Swirling skirts and shimmering veils.

Upon the hill, a second crest, where peacocks dance,
Upon the hill, a second crest, where peacocks dance,
My many lovers raise a clamorous chance,
Swirling skirts and shimmering veils,
Swirling skirts and shimmering veils.