ja re ja o diwane tu kya jane anjane
bat karte hai re bat karte hai jab masuk se
kam lete nahi banduk se bat karte hai jab masuk se
kam lete nahi banduk se ja re ja o diwane tu kya jane anjane
bat karte hai re bat karte hai jab masuk se
kam lete nahi banduk se bat karte hai jab masuk se
kam lete nahi banduk se

gori gori mori kalai na marod we
rangi birangi mori chudiya na tod we
gori gori ho kalai mori
gori gori mori kalai na marod we
rangi birangi mori chudiya na tod we
agar mujhse mohabbat ladai na kar
chot lag jaye re chot lag jaye na bhul chuk se
kam lete nahi banduk se bat karte hai
jab masuk se kam lete nahi banduk se

aashik ki halki si ek muskan se
masuk mare jate jan se
aashik ki halki si ek muskan se
masuk mare jate jan se
oho koi dil me basa ho to fir ji ne
huk uthi hai re huk uthti hai koyal ki kook se
kam lete nahi banduk se bat karte hai
jab masuk se kam lete nahi banduk se

aankho aankho me maja lete hai pyar ka
sar ko jhuka ke dil mangte hai yar ka
aankho aankho me maja lete hai pyar ka
sar ko jhuka ke dil mangte hai yar ka
oho jitna kar sitamgar tu hai bekhabar
tut jate hai re tut jate hai dil is saluk se
kam lete nahi banduk se bat karte hai
jab masuk se kam lete nahi banduk se

Go, begone, madman, what know you of the unseen?
Lovers converse, they converse, when hearts entwine,
No guns are drawn, when lovers convene.
No guns are drawn, when hearts entwine.
Go, begone, madman, what know you of the unseen?
Lovers converse, they converse, when hearts entwine,
No guns are drawn, when lovers convene.
No guns are drawn, when hearts entwine.

Gori, gori, my wrist, do not twist, I implore,
My bangles of hue, do not shatter and pour.
Gori, gori, my wrist, I beseech thee,
Gori, gori, my wrist, do not twist, I implore,
My bangles of hue, do not shatter and pour.
If love you seek, then war refrain,
Lest wounds be struck, wounds be struck, by chance’s decree.
No guns are drawn, when lovers convene.
No guns are drawn, when hearts entwine.

By a lover's faint, a subtle smile,
The beloved succumbs, surrendering life's guile.
By a lover's faint, a subtle smile,
The beloved succumbs, surrendering life's guile.
Oh, if a heart is bound, then life, it shall crave,
A longing arises, a longing arises, like the cuckoo's call, truly.
No guns are drawn, when lovers convene.
No guns are drawn, when hearts entwine.

Through eyes entwined, the joy of love we claim,
Bowing the head, the heart we softly name.
Through eyes entwined, the joy of love we claim,
Bowing the head, the heart we softly name.
Oh, the more you torment, oh heedless one,
Hearts do shatter, hearts do shatter, by such a cruel game.
No guns are drawn, when lovers convene.
No guns are drawn, when hearts entwine.