lakdi jal koyla bhayi
lakdi jal koyla bhayi
koyla jal bhayi raakh
main paapan aisi jali na koyla bhayi na raakh

mori bali re umariya ab kaise beete ram
mori bali re umariya ab kaise beete ram
mori bali re umariya ab kaise beete ram
ro ro ke boli radha
ro ro ke boli radha
mohe tajke gayo shyam
mori bali re umariya

jo chhodke hi jana tha
tune kaahe ko preet lagai
mere meet tera kya bigda
meri ho gayi jagat hansai
meri ho gayi jagat hansai
ab to sari re nagariya kare mujhko badnaam
ab to sari re nagariya kare mujhko badnaam
mori baali re umariya ab kaise beete ram
mori bali re umariya

jeete ji o bedardi main sej agan ki soyi
kya holi aur diwali, main har tyohaar me royi
main har tyohaar me royi
mori suni re atariya pe har din kohram
mori suni re atariya pe har din kohram
mori baali re umariya ab kaise beete ram
kaise beete ram
mori bali re umariya

tum aise desh sidhare jaha pahunch sake na sathi
tune accha sath nibhaya o mere jivan sathi
o mere jivan sathi
kiski laagi re najariya mose bighla bhayi baam
kiski laagi re najariya mose bighla bhayi baam
mori baali re umariya ab kaise beete ram
mori baali re umariya ab kaise beete ram
mori bali re umariya

Wood burns, turns to charcoal,
Wood burns, turns to charcoal,
Charcoal burns, turns to ash.
I, a sinner, burned not to coal, nor to ash.

My tender youth, oh, how shall it pass, Ram?
My tender youth, oh, how shall it pass, Ram?
My tender youth, oh, how shall it pass, Ram?
Weeping, Radha speaks,
Weeping, Radha speaks,
"He left me, gone, Shyam!"
My tender youth...

If you were to leave,
Why kindle love's flame?
My friend, what wrong did I do,
That the world now shames me?
That the world now shames me?
The entire town now, they cast blame.
The entire town now, they cast blame.
My tender youth, oh, how shall it pass, Ram?
My tender youth...

Alive, O heartless one, I sleep on a bed of fire.
What joy of Holi or Diwali, in every festival, I weep.
In every festival, I weep.
On my empty chambers, each day, a lament.
On my empty chambers, each day, a lament.
My tender youth, oh, how shall it pass, Ram?
How shall it pass?
My tender youth...

You have gone to a land, where no companion can reach.
You kept good company, O my life's companion.
O my life's companion.
Whose evil eye, has broken my limbs?
Whose evil eye, has broken my limbs?
My tender youth, oh, how shall it pass, Ram?
My tender youth, oh, how shall it pass, Ram?
My tender youth...