o ho ho ho
koi keh de re koi keh de
kyu chhodti pad gayi baliya
koi keh de re koi keh de
kyu chhodti pad gayi baliya

ang ang me rang basnti
ang ang me rang basnti
par galo me laliyaa
koi keh de re koi keh de
kyu chhodti pad gayi baliya
koi keh de re koi keh de
kyu chhodti pad

mausam hain nirala phul naye
bhaure bhi rasta bhul gaye
mausam hain nirala phul naye
bhaure bhi raste bhul gaye
main bhi ban ban me ghumu
to kyu koyal deti galiya
koi keh de re koi keh de
kyu chhodti pad gayi baliya
koi keh de re koi keh de
kyu chhodti pad gayi baliya

payal bajti runjhun re
udti far far meri chunari
chalta hain pavan to patte patte
kyun dete hain gaaliya
koi keh de re koi keh de
kyu chhodti pad gayi baliya
koi keh de re koi keh de
kyu chhodti pad gayi baliya

jo phul khilaye ban ban me
kya wahi bashant mere tan me
jo phul khilaye ban ban me
kya wahi bashant mere tan me
main idhar jhuku wo nazar udhar
kyu jhuk jhuk aayi daliyaa
koi keh de re koi keh de
kyu chhodti pad gayi baliya
koi keh de re koi keh de
kyu chhodti pad gayi baliya

Oh, ho, ho, ho,
Let someone tell, let someone say,
Why do the earrings feel small?
Let someone tell, let someone say,
Why do the earrings feel small?

In every limb, the saffron hue resides,
In every limb, the saffron hue resides,
Yet on my cheeks, the crimson tides.
Let someone tell, let someone say,
Why do the earrings feel small?
Let someone tell, let someone say,
Why do the earrings feel…

The season's strange, the flowers new,
Even the bees have lost their way, it's true.
The season's strange, the flowers new,
Even the bees have lost their way, it's true.
I wander the forest's green embrace,
Why then does the cuckoo scold my face?
Let someone tell, let someone say,
Why do the earrings feel small?
Let someone tell, let someone say,
Why do the earrings feel small?

The anklets chime a tinkling sound,
My scarf, it flutters all around.
The wind it blows, the leaves all sigh,
Why then do the branches cry?
Let someone tell, let someone say,
Why do the earrings feel small?
Let someone tell, let someone say,
Why do the earrings feel small?

The blooms that paint the forest's heart,
Does that same spring within me start?
The blooms that paint the forest's heart,
Does that same spring within me start?
I lean this way, its gaze the other side,
Why then the boughs, they bow and hide?
Let someone tell, let someone say,
Why do the earrings feel small?
Let someone tell, let someone say,
Why do the earrings feel small?