hay soniye hiriye-hiriye hay re hay
oe soniya oe soniya hoe rajhiya rajhiya rajhiya
oe shaba oe shaba ni kudiye pahad diye
oe shaba oe shaba ve mudiya shahar diya
o tu rat khadi thi chhat pe ni mai samajha ke chand nikala
hoy tu rat khadi
bura ho tera tujhe dekh ke kothe se mera pair phisala
bura ho tera tujhe dekh ke kothe se mera pair phisala

kat jae na meri zindagi
kat jae na meri zindagi, hoe teri kal paraso me
kat jae na
kal paraso me bat nahi banati
kal paraso me bat nahi banati, banati hai ja ke baraso me
kal paraso me

teri zulf jo bikhari to
teri zulf jo bikhari to, leke bin sapere a gae
teri zulf jo
meri zulf hai nagin to
meri zulf hai nagin to, bure din bas tere a gae
meri zulf hai

chal chalie ni mutiyare
chal chalie ni mutiyare baisakhi vale mele me
chal chalie ni mutiyare baisakhi vale mele me
mele ka to bahana hai
mele ka to bahana hai
mele ka to bahana hai tu mujhe chhedega akele me
mele ka to bahana hai tu mujhe chhedega akele me

Oh, my beloved, my soul, my heart, a cry, a call,
My love, my love, my Raanjha, my soul's all.
Oh, brave one, brave one, mountain maiden bold,
Oh, brave one, brave one, city lad, a story told.

You stood a star upon the night's dark stage,
I thought the moon had risen, in a hopeful age.
A curse upon your beauty, from the heights I fell,
My foot did slip, your presence cast a spell.
A curse upon your beauty, from the heights I fell,
My foot did slip, your presence cast a spell.

May my life not be severed, torn asunder,
In the fleeting whispers of tomorrow and of yonder.
May my life not be severed, torn apart,
For in the days of now, no lasting love can start.
In the fleeting whispers of tomorrow, love's not found,
But in the long and patient years, on hallowed ground.

When your tresses cascade, a silken flood,
The snake charmers gather, misunderstood.
When your tresses flow free, a silken stream,
The charmers arrive, to weave a waking dream.
My hair is a serpent, coiling, dark and deep,
Evil days are near for you, the secrets to keep.

Come, let us wander, maiden, hand in hand,
To the vibrant fair, in this promised land.
The Baisakhi fair, a festive, joyful plea,
To the Baisakhi fair, just you and me.
The fair, a mere excuse, a whispered art,
To tease and tempt me, when we're set apart.
The fair, a mere excuse, a whispered plea,
To touch and tease me, just you and me.