mera yaar mera yaar zulf me phul laga ke chalta hai
kambakht baharo ka kaleja jalta hai
o mere yaar o mere yaar o mere yaar
o mera yaar zulf me phul laga ke chalta hai

uff mastani haay bhari jawani
uff mastani haay bhari jawani jaise chadti nadiya ka pani
mukhde ko mukhde ko dekh ke suraj aankhe malta hai
o mera yaar zulf me phul laga ke chalta hai

rang badan ka haay chandan jaisa
rang badan ka haay chandan jaisa chalta firta ek chaman sa
sharma ke sharma ke din bhi wakt se pehle dhalta hai
mera yaar zulf me phul laga ke chalta hai sadke

roop ki barkah aise barse
roop ki barkah aise barse dhoop bhi chup jae darte darte
palko ke palko ke saaye me ik shola sa kapta hai
mera yaar zulf me phul laga ke chalta hai
o mere yaar o mere yaar o mere yaar
o mera yaar zulf me phul laga ke chalta hai

My beloved, my beloved, blooms in his hair he weaves,
And the wretched springs, their hearts, they grieve.
O my beloved, O my beloved, O my beloved,
O my beloved, in his tresses, the flower believes.

Ah, intoxication, youth in its bloom,
Ah, intoxication, youth in its bloom, like a river's rising fume.
At his face, at his face, the sun, it hides, its eyes it hides,
O my beloved, in his tresses, the flower presides.

Hue of his form, like sandalwood's grace,
Hue of his form, like sandalwood's embrace, a garden in its place.
Shyly, shyly, the day, before its hour, subsides,
My beloved, in his tresses, the flower confides.

Beauty's rain, how it pours,
Beauty's rain, how it pours, the sun, it hides, fearing its powers.
In the shadows, in the shadows of his lashes, a firelight, it glides,
My beloved, in his tresses, the flower provides.
O my beloved, O my beloved, O my beloved,
O my beloved, in his tresses, the flower abides.