gori chali piya ke desh, gori chali piya ke desh
jara haule haule hoye jara dhire dhire
jara haule haule hoye jara dhire dhire
jara dhire dhire chal kahi lag na jaye thesh
gori chali piya ke desh

ha yad me pee ki kho na jana
aankh mila ke bhul na jana, aankh mila ke bhul na jana
aankh mila ke bhul na jana suno suno ari dulhaniya
bhejna pee ke ghar se jake
bhejna pee ke ghar se jake ho gori hamko koi sandesh
gori chali piya ke desh, gori chali piya ke desh

tirchi najar se bhola katil
kar ke chala hai sabko bandil, suno suno ari dulhaniya
jisse thi ummid wafa ki, jisse thi ummid wafa ki
jisse thi ummid wafa ki wo hi chali badal ke bhesh
gori chali piya ke desh, gori chali piya ke desh

aankhe pukare lab par ha hai
maar chali ye mast nigahe
maar chali ye mast nigahe, suno suno aji dulhaniya
hamko chhod a kiske sahare, hamko chhod a kiske sahare
hamko chhod a kiske sahare, gori chhod ke apna desh
gori chali piya ke desh, gori chali piya ke desh
jara haule haule hoye jara dhire dhire
jara haule haule hoye jara dhire dhire
jara dhire dhire chal kahi lag na jaye thesh
gori chali piya ke desh

The fair one journeys, to her lover's land,
The fair one journeys, to her lover's land.
Tread softly now, with measured pace,
Tread softly now, with measured pace.
Tread gently, lest a wound you find,
The fair one journeys, to her lover's land.

In thought of him, don't lose your way,
With eyes that meet, don't forget the day.
With eyes that meet, don't forget,
Listen, O bride, to what I say:
From your beloved's home, convey,
From your beloved's home, convey,
O fair one, a message true and deep,
The fair one journeys, to her lover's land.

A glance askew, a killer's charm,
Has broken all, and caused alarm,
Listen, O bride, to what I say,
The one you trusted, swore fidelity,
The one you trusted, swore fidelity,
Has changed her guise, and gone away,
The fair one journeys, to her lover's land.

Eyes now call, and lips whisper yes,
These drunken glances, now they press.
These drunken glances, now they press,
Listen, O bride, to what I say:
To whom have you left us, bereft,
To whom have you left us, bereft,
Forsaking your homeland, where you're blessed,
The fair one journeys, to her lover's land,
The fair one journeys, to her lover's land.
Tread softly now, with measured pace,
Tread softly now, with measured pace.
Tread gently, lest a wound you find,
The fair one journeys, to her lover's land.