gir gaya jhumka girne do, kho gayi mundari khone do
udd gayi chunari udne do, kahe ka dar hai bali umar hai
chhodo bahana na na
gir gaya jhumka girne do, kho gayi mundari khone do
udd gayi chunari udne do, kahe ka dar hai bali umar hai
are chhodo bahana na na
gir gaya jhumka girane do
aaja na na, aaja aaja aaja na na han han na na na na

puchenge sab mujhe, aayi kahan se tu hasina
rang bhare hontho ka, rang bhala kisne chhina
kehna chaman se phulo ne mera
rup chura ke rakh liya, ui kya huwa
chubh gaya kanta chubhne do
khul gaya gajara khulane do
mit gaya kajara mitne do, kahe ka dar hai bali umar hai
are chhodo bahana oonhun
gir gaya jhumka

sharbati aankho se do ghunth pine do mujhko
reshami julfo ke saye me jine do mujhko
mai maan jati lekin dhadakate dil ne mana kar diya
hay hay kya huwa, ho gai mushkil hone do
khil gayi kaliya khilane do, aa gaye bhanware aane do
kahe ka dar hai bali umar hai, arey chhodo bahana na na
gir gaya jhumka

aahista aahista chhedo dilon ki kahani
kya karu mane na meri jawani divani
aise divane tum nahi the, yeh tumko kya ho gaya
gaya kya huwa
chal gaya jadu chalane do, are sudh-budh khoi khone do
aa gaya koyi aane do, kahe ka dar hai bali umar hai
chhodo bahana na na na

Let the earring fall, let it tumble down,
Let the ring be lost, beyond the town.
Let the scarf take flight, upon the breeze,
Why this fear? Life's a youthful ease.
Leave your excuses, no, no.
Let the earring fall.

Come now, come, come, yes, no, no, no.

They'll ask me, “Where have you been, my beauty?
Who stole the color from your lips, your duty?”
Say the garden's blossoms, they took from me,
My form, held it close, oh, what can it be?
Let a thorn prick, let it pierce the skin,
Let the garland loosen, let the fragrance spin.
Let the kohl fade, let it disappear,
Why this fear? Life's a youthful tear.
Leave your excuses, oh no.
Let the earring fall.

From those eyes like wine, let me drink my fill,
In the silk of your tresses, let me be still.
I would have agreed, but my heart, it denied,
Alas, what has happened, let the hard be tied.
Let the petals bloom, let them unfold,
Let the bees arrive, stories told.
Why this fear? Life's a youthful art,
Leave your excuses, no, no.
Let the earring fall.

Gently, slowly, the heart's tale is spun,
What to do? My wild youth, it won.
You weren't like this, what’s taken hold?
Gone, what is gone?
Let the magic work, let the spell be cast,
Let your senses fade, memories amassed.
Let someone arrive, let them come near,
Why this fear? Life's a youthful cheer.
Leave your excuses, no, no, no.