jab jab mori payal baje logan ka dil dhadke
dekh ke more chal balva ke man me bijuriya kadke

mai bago ki morni jab nachu ta ta thaiya
dil walo ki julmi najar se koi bacha le daiya
haye ri mori maiya
mai bago ki morni jab nachu ta ta taiya
dil walo ki julmi najar se koi bacha le daiya
haye ri mori maiya

nain katile aur suratiya sanwari
nain katile aur suratiya sanwari
ho gayi mai to dekh ye duniya banwari
ho gayi mai to dekh ye duniya banwari
unki batiya jahar bari hai jaise koi tatiya
dil walo ki julmi najar se koi bacha le daiya
haye ri mori maiya

chanda bhi sarmaye hai mere roop se
chanda bhi sarmaye hai mere roop se
raat bhi din ban jaye badan ki dhoop se
haye raat bhi din ban jaye badan ki dhoop se
jin raste se cham cham jau take mujhe sipaiya
dil walo ki julmi najar se koi bacha le daiya
haye ri mori maiya
tu bagho ki morni jab nache ta ta taiya
dil walo ki julmi najar se koi bacha le daiya
haye ri mori maiya hoye

bal ye kale pyar se pale naag hai
bal ye kale pyar se pale naag hai
hath bada ke chu le na lena aag hai
hath bada ke chu le na lena aag hai
man ki been bajau jab jab jhume prem kanhaiya
dil walo ki julmi najar se koi bacha le daiya
haye ri mori maiya

When my anklets chime, hearts skip a beat,
Seeing my grace, a storm in their minds, bittersweet.

I am the peacock of gardens, dancing "ta ta thaiyya,"
From the cruel gaze of lovers, oh, save me, my Mother!
I am the peacock of gardens, dancing "ta ta thaiyya,"
From the cruel gaze of lovers, oh, save me, my Mother!

My eyes, sharp, my skin the color of night,
My eyes, sharp, my skin the color of night,
The world, bewildered by my sight.
The world, bewildered by my sight.
Their words are poison, like a wasp's sting,
From the cruel gaze of lovers, oh, save me, my Mother!

The moon itself blushes at my form,
The moon itself blushes at my form,
Night turns to day in my body's warmth.
Oh, night turns to day in my body's warmth.
Where I tread, "chham chham", soldiers stare,
From the cruel gaze of lovers, oh, save me, my Mother!
You are the peacock, dancing "ta ta thaiyya,"
From the cruel gaze of lovers, oh, save me, my Mother!

My dark hair, nurtured with love, like a serpent's coil,
My dark hair, nurtured with love, like a serpent's coil,
Dare not touch, for I am fire.
Dare not touch, for I am fire.
When my heart's flute plays, Krishna dances with joy,
From the cruel gaze of lovers, oh, save me, my Mother!