maathe ki bindiya bole, kaahe ko gori dole
sajna gaye re pardes
maathe ki bindiya bole, kaahe ko gori dole
sajna gaye re pardes
apni khabar na tera pata, bheju kise sandesh
o bheju kise sandesh o
maathe ki bindiya bole, kaahe ko gori dole
sajna gaye re pardes

raah niharu teri, aage yaad nahi
mujhe yaad hai, raah niharu teri
din ho ya raina haye
naahi re bhul paye, tujhko ye nain haye
chaand bhi dhoka de nahi paaya
barso liya tera bhesh ho
barso liya tera bhesh o ho
maathe ki bindiya bole, kaahe ko gori dole
sajna gaye re pardes
o sajna gaye re pardes

ro ro deewali beeti, tarsa gayi re holi
khichi na chunar tune, bheegi na meri choli
suni sejariya jab jab dekhu
laage jiyara pe thes ho
laage jiyara pe thes o ho
maathe ki bindiya bole, kaahe ko gori dole
sajna gaye re pardes
apni khabar na tera pata, bheju kise sandesh ho
bheju kise sandesh
maathe ki bindiya bole, kaahe ko gori dole
sajna gaye re pardes
o ho sajna gaye re pardes
pardes, sajna gaye re pardes

The bindi upon my brow, whispers, "Why this restless pacing?"
My beloved has gone, to a distant land.
The bindi upon my brow, whispers, "Why this restless pacing?"
My beloved has gone, to a distant land.
I know not of myself, nor of your whereabouts, to whom shall I send word?
Oh, to whom shall I send word?
The bindi upon my brow, whispers, "Why this restless pacing?"
My beloved has gone, to a distant land.

I gaze upon your path, the future lost to memory,
Yet I remember, I gaze upon your path.
Be it day or night, ah!
I cannot forget, my eyes cannot forget you, ah!
Even the moon could not offer deceit.
For years, I've worn your form.
For years, I've worn your form, oh ho.
The bindi upon my brow, whispers, "Why this restless pacing?"
My beloved has gone, to a distant land.
Oh, my beloved has gone, to a distant land.

Weeping, Diwali passed, Holi left me yearning.
You did not draw the veil, my blouse remained dry.
Empty is the bed, each time I look upon it.
It pierces my very heart.
It pierces my very heart, oh ho.
The bindi upon my brow, whispers, "Why this restless pacing?"
My beloved has gone, to a distant land.
I know not of myself, nor of your whereabouts, to whom shall I send word?
Oh, to whom shall I send word?
The bindi upon my brow, whispers, "Why this restless pacing?"
My beloved has gone, to a distant land.
Oh ho, my beloved has gone, to a distant land.
To a distant land, my beloved has gone, to a distant land.