kyu chede humko soniya
kyu chede humko soniya, tu kyu satata hai
tu to bansi bajaiya hai fir kyu kapde churata hai
tu to bansi bajaiya hai fir kyu kapde churata hai
kyu chede humko soniya

kuch hum bhi shikayat kar le
kuch tu bhi shikayat kar le
kuch hum bhi shikayat kar le
kapdo ki shararat kaisi koi aur shararat kar le
kapdo ki shararat kaisi
kyu dil me humare mundiya
kyu dil me humare mundiya aag lagata hai
tu to bansi bajaiya hai fir kyu kapde churata hai
tu to bansi bajaiya hai fir kyu kapde churata hai
kyu chede humko soniya

tera chehara natkhat pyara
dil aur machal na jaye
tera chehara natkhat pyara
tu dekh na aise humko kahi jaan na nikal jaye
tu dekh na aise humko
suiyaan si humare dil me
suiyaan si humare dil me kaahe ko chubhata hai
tu to bansi bajaiya hai fir kyu kapde churata hai
tu to bansi bajaiya hai fir kyu kapde churata hai
kyu chede humko soniya

kapde nahi honge to hum khud se bhi sharmayenge
kapde nahi honge to
diwaane bin kapdo ke hum ghar kaise jaayenge re
diwaane bin kapdo ke
humko thand lagti hai
humko thand lagti hai tu dil bahlata hai
tu to bansi bajaiya hai fir kyu kapde churata hai
tu to bansi bajaiya hai fir kyu kapde churata hai
kyu chede humko soniya
kyu chede humko soniya, tu kyu satata hai
tu to bansi bajaiya hai fir kyu kapde churata hai
tu to bansi bajaiya hai fir kyu kapde churata hai
kyu chede humko soniya

Why do you taunt me, Beloved?
Why do you torment me, why do you tease?
You, the flute player, why steal our ease?
You, the flute player, why steal our ease?
Why do you taunt me, Beloved?

Let us lodge our complaints,
Let you also complain,
Let us lodge our complaints.
Why this game with garments, choose another game,
Why this game with garments?
Why, in our hearts, young man,
Why set our hearts aflame?
You, the flute player, why steal our ease?
You, the flute player, why steal our ease?
Why do you taunt me, Beloved?

Your face, playfully sweet,
Our hearts might leap and bound,
Your face, playfully sweet,
Don't gaze at us so, or life will be unbound.
Don't gaze at us so.
Needles pierce our hearts,
Needles pierce our hearts, why do you wound?
You, the flute player, why steal our ease?
You, the flute player, why steal our ease?
Why do you taunt me, Beloved?

Without clothes, we'll blush before ourselves,
Without clothes, we'll blush.
How will we, mad with longing, reach our homes?
How will we, mad with longing?
We feel the cold's harsh bite,
We feel the cold's harsh bite, while you amuse.
You, the flute player, why steal our ease?
You, the flute player, why steal our ease?
Why do you taunt me, Beloved?
Why do you taunt me, Beloved, why do you tease?
You, the flute player, why steal our ease?
You, the flute player, why steal our ease?
Why do you taunt me, Beloved?