laathi se maare naa kankar se maare
haay chaaku se maare naa khanzar se maare
maare nazar se kataari gazab kare ladki kavaari
are maare nazar se kataari gazab kare ladki kavaari
ho palko se maare naa aankho se maare
hotho se maare naa haatho se maare
maare nazar se isharaa gazab kare ladka kavaraa
ho maare nazar se isharaa gazab kare ladka kavaraa

gaalo ki rangat gulaabi gulaabi
aankhe hai iski sharaabi sharaabi
iske fasaane kitaabi kitaabi
chaahe na mujhako zaraa bhi zaraa bhi
kahna na maane ruthi hai ruthi
teri kahaani jhuthi hai jhuthi
choti se maare na aanchal se maare
haay chhalle se maare na paayal se maare
to maare nazar se kataari gazab kare ladki kavaari
are maare nazar se kataari gazab kare ladki kavaari

ladkaa hai kaisa anaadi anaadi
khud ko samajhtaa khilaadi khilaadi
pyaari lage iski gaali re gaali
iski adaa hai niraali niraali
samajhaun kaise paagal hai paagal
mujhko banaa le kaajal re kaajal
goli se maare na boli se maare
o phulo se maare na kaanto se maare
maare nazar se isharaa gazab kare ladka kavaraa
ho maare nazar se isharaa gazab kare ladka kavaraa

laathi se maare naa kankar se maare
hotho se maare naa haatho se maare
maare nazar se kataari gazab kare ladki kavaari
ho maare nazar se isharaa gazab kare ladka kavaraa

No club, nor stone, can wound the heart,
No blade, no dagger, play their part.
But eyes, like daggers, pierce the soul,
A maiden's gaze makes passions whole.

No lashes strike, nor eyes that gleam,
No lips that speak, nor hands that dream.
But glances, hints, a boy's embrace,
His secret signs, time cannot erase.

Her cheeks, the flush of dawn's first light,
Her eyes, the depths of endless night,
Her tales, in pages, softly bind,
She wants me not, I leave behind.
She will not heed, her spirit flies,
Your story false, a web of lies.
No braid's swift lash, nor veil's soft sway,
No ring's bright gleam, no anklet's play,
But eyes, like daggers, pierce the soul,
A maiden's gaze makes passions whole.

He is a fool, a clumsy hand,
Thinks himself a hero grand.
I love his words, though harsh they seem,
His every grace, a vibrant dream.
How can I tame this maddened fire?
Let me become his heart's desire.
No bullet's force, nor words that sting,
No flower's touch, nor thorn's sharp sting,
But glances, hints, a boy's embrace,
His secret signs, time cannot erase.

No club, nor stone, can wound the heart,
No lips that speak, no hands that part.
But eyes, like daggers, pierce the soul,
A maiden's gaze makes passions whole.
His secret signs, time cannot erase.