kahe ko kali se mai phulwa ho gayi
kahe ko kali se mai phulwa ho gayi
bairi sara bairi sara bag hua bairi sara bag hua
mujhko to mere hi jobna ne mara
mujhko to mere hi jobna ne mara
bairi sara bairi sara bag hua bairi sara bag hua

ho kaisa rang rup diya haye mere ram ne
o haye mere ram ne buta buta pad gaya fika mera samne
fika mera samne mali bhi soche malin bhi soche
mali bhi soche malin bhi soche ke chui mui kaise ho gayi
bairi sara bairi sara bag hua bairi sara bag hua
kahe ko kali se mai phulwa ho gayi
bairi sara bairi sara bag hua bairi sara bag hua

dali se tut ke mai aayi badariya aayi badariya
aate jate dali kab maili najriya maili najriya
haira bhi dekha or gaira bhi dekhe
haira bhi dekha or gaira bhi dekhe
jawani mere jaisi tamasha ho gayi
bairi sara bairi sara bag hua bairi sara bag hua
kahe ko kali se mai phulwa ho gayi
bairi sara bairi sara bag hua bairi sara bag hua
mujhko to mere hi jobna ne mara
bairi sara bairi sara bag hua bairi sara bag hua

Why, from a bud, did I blossom so bright?
Why, from a bud, did I blossom so bright?
The whole garden, now, turns against me, turns against me.
My own youth has struck the fatal blow.
My own youth has struck the fatal blow.
The whole garden, now, turns against me, turns against me.

Oh, what hues did my Lord bestow?
Oh, what hues did my Lord bestow?
Every bloom, before me, now fades to gray.
Fades to gray before me.
The gardener wonders, the gardener's wife, too, wonders,
the gardener wonders, the gardener's wife, too, wonders,
How could I turn so delicate, so shy?
The whole garden, now, turns against me, turns against me.
Why, from a bud, did I blossom so bright?
The whole garden, now, turns against me, turns against me.

Broken from the branch, I came, a cloud of tears, a cloud of tears.
And passing by, my gaze soiled the boughs, soiled the boughs.
The stunned have seen, the strangers, too, have seen,
the stunned have seen, the strangers, too, have seen,
My youth, it is a spectacle now.
The whole garden, now, turns against me, turns against me.
Why, from a bud, did I blossom so bright?
The whole garden, now, turns against me, turns against me.
My own youth has struck the fatal blow.
The whole garden, now, turns against me, turns against me.