mar dala sanwariya ne o hoye hoye hoye
banki tirchhi najariya se
banki tirchhi najariya se o hoye hoye hoye
mar dala sanwariya ne

ek pal mohe kali badri
tujh bin ras barsaye
tujh bin ras barsaye
ek pal mohe koyaliya
ek pal mohe koyaliya
jo dar dar chillaye ki haay
mar dala sanwariya ne o hoye hoye hoye
banki tirchhi najariya se
banki tirchhi najariya se o hoye hoye hoye
mar dala sanwariya ne

sapne me sajan mile
dil dhadka aur sharmaye
bulo ji dil dhadka aur sharmaye
sapne me sajan mile
dil dhadka aur sharmaye
bulo ji dil dhadka aur sharmaye
nain mile jab nain se
mere mukh se nakal gayi haay
ki hay mar dala sanwariya ne o hoye hoye hoye
banki tirchhi najariya se
banki tirchhi najariya se o hoye hoye hoye
mar dala sanwariya ne

ye do naina chor hai haay lute bich bazaar
haan lute bich bazaar
dil mange fir jaan bhi le
dil mange fir jaan bhi le
ab kaun kare takrar
ki mar daala, mar dala
ki hay maar dala
mar dala sanwariya ne o hoye hoye hoye
banki tirchhi najariya se
banki tirchhi najariya se o hoye hoye hoye
mar dala sanwariya ne

He has slain me, my dark lord, oh, woe, woe, woe,
With a glance askew, a gaze that bends the bow.
A glance askew, oh, woe, woe, woe,
He has slain me, my dark lord.

In a moment, a storm cloud of black,
Without you, no nectar to soak my track.
Without you, no nectar to soak the land.
In a moment, the cuckoo's cry,
Branch to branch, a mournful sigh, alas,
He has slain me, my dark lord, oh, woe, woe, woe,
With a glance askew, a gaze that bends the bow.
A glance askew, oh, woe, woe, woe,
He has slain me, my dark lord.

In dreams, my beloved, met and known,
My heart pounding, blush has grown,
My heart pounding, blush has grown.
In dreams, my beloved, met and known,
My heart pounding, blush has grown,
My heart pounding, blush has grown.
Eyes met eyes, in that sweet plight,
From my lips escaped a cry, alas,
He has slain me, my dark lord, oh, woe, woe, woe,
With a glance askew, a gaze that bends the bow.
A glance askew, oh, woe, woe, woe,
He has slain me, my dark lord.

These two eyes, they are thieves, alas,
They plunder in the heart's bazaar,
They plunder in the heart's bazaar.
The heart now begs for life itself,
The heart now begs for life itself,
Who can now hold back the war?
He has slain me, has slain me,
Alas, He has slain me.
He has slain me, my dark lord, oh, woe, woe, woe,
With a glance askew, a gaze that bends the bow.
A glance askew, oh, woe, woe, woe,
He has slain me, my dark lord.