haay luta haay luta re haay
chhora vo kar gaya ghaayal, chhora vo kar gaya ghaayal
bholepan se ye mera aanchal sine se jo mere chhuta
haay luta aay haay, chhora vo kar gaya ghaayal
bholepan se ye mera aanchal sine se jo mere chhuta

matka tha mere sar pe laayi thi bhar ke mai paani
paniya bharan ko aayi gujariya, dil pe gira gayi hamre bijuriya
bin barse ud gayi vo badariya
matka tha mere sar pe laayi thi bhar ke mai paani
ladaki mai kori kavaari upar se meri ye javaani aaha
yu dekha mai sharamaayi, patli kamar balakhaayi
matka gira gir ke futa haay luta re

na koyi aage pichhe kitni vo mushkil ghadi thi
matvaari naagin si das ke, maar gayi vo hamko hans ke
ham to rah gaye yaar taras ke
na koyi aage pichhe kitni vo mushkil ghadi thi
bhigi thi mori chunariya, jamuna ke tire khadi thi aaha
usne ki khichaataani aaha, maine ki thodi aanakaani
tha vo harjaayi bada jhutha haay luta re

ham saare hai rasiya tere a re re re
aise bujha na hamse paheli
tinak tinak nak nak nak tinak tinak are jaa jaa
tinak tinak nak nak nak tinak tinak ai nak nak
baalo ka gajra bikhra de nakhre na kar naar naveli
luta re tigda tigda tigda tigda tigda tigda

Stolen, oh stolen, alas, stolen!
The boy, he wounded, the boy, he wounded.
With innocence, my veil,
Slipped from my breast, unbound.
Stolen, alas, oh stolen!
The boy, he wounded,
With innocence, my veil,
Slipped from my breast, unbound.

A pitcher I bore on my head,
Filled with water I came.
A water-bearer, she came,
And lightning struck my heart.
Without rain, the cloud vanished.
A pitcher I bore on my head,
Filled with water I came.
A maiden pure, unwed,
And upon it, my youth, ah!
He gazed, and I blushed,
My slender waist swayed.
The pitcher fell, shattered,
Oh stolen, alas!

No one near, no one behind,
What a moment of strife it was!
Like a drunk serpent, she bit,
And with laughter, she slew.
I was left yearning, my friend.
No one near, no one behind,
What a moment of strife it was!
My scarf was drenched,
Standing on the Yamuna's shore, ah!
He pulled at me, ah,
I offered some resistance.
He was a deceiver, a liar,
Oh stolen, alas!

We are all yours, oh lover,
Ah re re re!
Do not leave us in riddles.
Tin-ak tin-ak nak nak nak
Tin-ak tin-ak, oh go, go!
Tin-ak tin-ak nak nak nak
Tin-ak tin-ak, ay nak nak!
Scatter the garland from your hair,
Don't be coy, maiden.
Stolen, tig-da tig-da tig-da tig-da tig-da tig-da.