kesariya baalma mohi
bawari bole log
log re, bawari bole log
na main jiuti na mariyo main
na main jiuti na mariyo main
birha maharo rog re
bawari bole log
log re, bawari bole log
kesariya

chadhte din ki aanch batoru
til til, til til sab jal jaau
dhalte saanjh ki raakh kuredu
ret me ret me sab ral jaye
na mil payi na bichhudi main
na mil payi na bichhudi main
kaiso ye sanjog re
bawari bole log
log re, bawari bole log
kesariya baalma mohi
bawari bole log
log re, bawari bole log
kesariya

My saffron-hued beloved, they whisper,
a madwoman's babble, they say.
Madwoman's babble, they say.
Neither living, nor truly dying,
neither living, nor truly dying,
grief, my only disease, they say.
Madwoman's babble, they say.
Madwoman's babble, they say.
My saffron-hued.

I gather the sun's burning kiss,
grain by grain, I am consumed.
I sift the ash of the setting day,
sand to sand, dissolved at last.
Never found, nor truly parted,
never found, nor truly parted,
what twisted fate is this, they say.
Madwoman's babble, they say.
Madwoman's babble, they say.
My saffron-hued beloved, they whisper,
a madwoman's babble, they say.
Madwoman's babble, they say.
My saffron-hued.