jhankaro jhankaro jhankaro, bada pyara lage hai tharo jhankaro
jhankaro jhankaro jhankaro, bada pyara lage hai tharo jhankaro
gori gori baki chori aise bal khaye
maro tan man me bijuriya lagaye
mat maro mat maro mat maro, bhar ke pichkari mohe mat maro
mat maro mat maro mat maro, aise bhar ke pichkari mohe mat maro
choli bhige sadi bhige bhige mora lahanga
kaise mai dikhau lahanga hai bada mahanga
jhankaro jhankaro jhankaro, bada pyara lage hai tharo jhankaro
mat maro mat maro mat maro, aise bhar ke pichkari mohe mat maro

pairo me tere aise baje re payaliya
jaise sunaye kahi fagua koyila
pairo me tere aise baje re payaliya
jaise sunaye kahi fagua koyila
kachnaro kachnaro kachnaro, rani tharo badan lage kachnaro
kachnaro kachnaro kachnaro, rani tharo badan lage kachnaro
choli bhige sadi bhige bhige mora lahanga
kaise mai dikhau lahanga hai bada mahanga
mat maro mat maro mat maro, aise bhar ke pichkari mohe mat maro
jhankaro jhankaro jhankaro, bada pyara lage hai tharo jhankaro

amarayi me bor laga sara alam boraya
are budhe par bhi chadi jawani aisa fagun aya
aise na chedo chhodo mohe rang rasiya
kahe bhigoye gora gora ang rasiya
aise na chedo chhodo mohe rang rasiya
kahe bhigoye gora gora ang rasiya
rasdharo rasdharo rashdharo, kaiso jadu jagaye mitho rasdharo
rasdharo rasdharo rashdharo, kaiso jadu jagaye mitho rasdharo
gori gori baki chori aise bal khaye
maro tan man me bijuriya lagaye
jhankaro jhankaro jhankaro, bada pyara lage hai tharo jhankaro
mat maro mat maro mat maro, aise bhar ke pichkari mohe mat maro
jhankaro jhankaro jhankaro, bada pyara lage hai tharo jhankaro
mat maro mat maro mat maro, aise bhar ke pichkari mohe mat maro

A chime, a chime, a chime, your echo, so sweet,
A chime, a chime, a chime, your echo, I greet.
Fair form, a stolen glance, a sway so fine,
Strikes my soul, a lightning shine.
Don't strike, don't strike, don't strike, don't drench me so,
Don't strike, don't strike, don't strike, let the color go.
My blouse, my sari, my skirt are soaked through,
How shall I show, for this skirt is new?
A chime, a chime, a chime, your echo, so sweet,
Don't strike, don't strike, don't strike, your colors I meet.

Your anklets ring, a rhythm's call,
Like the cuckoo's song in festival's thrall,
Your anklets ring, a rhythm's call,
Like the cuckoo's song in festival's thrall.
Oh, tender bloom, tender bloom, tender bloom, queen of beauty,
Oh, tender bloom, tender bloom, tender bloom, queen of beauty,
My blouse, my sari, my skirt are soaked through,
How shall I show, for this skirt is new?
Don't strike, don't strike, don't strike, your colors I meet,
A chime, a chime, a chime, your echo, so sweet.

Mango groves bear fruit, the world is in a haze,
Even old age finds youth in this springtime phase.
Don't tease me so, release me, oh color's king,
Why drench my fair form with the hues you bring?
Don't tease me so, release me, oh color's king,
Why drench my fair form with the hues you bring?
A torrent of bliss, a torrent of bliss, a torrent of bliss, how sweet the magic,
A torrent of bliss, a torrent of bliss, a torrent of bliss, how sweet the magic,
Fair form, a stolen glance, a sway so fine,
Strikes my soul, a lightning shine.
A chime, a chime, a chime, your echo, so sweet,
Don't strike, don't strike, don't strike, let the color go.
A chime, a chime, a chime, your echo, so sweet,
Don't strike, don't strike, don't strike, let the color go.