champa nahi chameli nahi mai gainda nahi gulab nahi
phir bhi jo dekhe wo bole tera koi jawab nahi
mai ka karu ke mai hu phulbano ji main hu phulbano
ho mai ka karu ke mai hu phulbano ji main hu phulbano
champa nahi chameli nahi main gainda nahi gulab nahi
phir bhi jo dekhe wo bole tera koi jawab nahi
main ka karu ke mai hu phulbano ji main hu phulbano
ho main ka karu ke mai hu phulbano ji mai hu phulbano

sara gav mera naam leke aahe bhare
jo bhi dekhe meri surat haye haye kare
sara gav mera naam leke aahe bhare
jo bhi dekhe meri surat haye haye kare
jo bhi dekhe meri surat haye haye kare
koyal nahi papiha nahi mai gito bhari kitab nahi
phir bhi jo dekhe wo bole tera koi jawab nahi
main ka karu ke mai hu phulbano ji main hu phulbano
haye main ka karu ke mai hu phulbano ji mai hu phulbano

kyu zamana hai diwana mera mujhe kya pata
mai hansi hu mai jawa hu isme meri kya khata
kyu zamana hai diwana mera mujhe kya pata
main hansi hu mai jawa hu isme meri kya khata
main hansi hu mai jawa hu isme meri kya khata
sari umar lage na nazar mera aisa to shabab nahi
phir bhi jo dekhe wo bole tera koi jawab nahi
main ka karu ke main hu phulbano ji mai hu phulbano
haye main ka karu ke mai hu phulbano ji mai hu phulbano

Not champa, nor jasmine's grace,
No marigold, nor rose's face.
Yet, those who gaze, their breath they lose,
"Unmatched beauty," their tongues now choose.
What shall I do, I, Fulbano, I am she,
Oh, what shall I do, Fulbano, I am she.

Not champa, nor jasmine's grace,
No marigold, nor rose's face.
Yet, those who gaze, their breath they lose,
"Unmatched beauty," their tongues now choose.
What shall I do, I, Fulbano, I am she,
Oh, what shall I do, Fulbano, I am she.

The village sighs my name aloud,
Each glance, a gasp within the crowd.
Each glance, a gasp, a whispered plea,
Each gaze, a lament over me.
Each gaze, a lament, their hearts ablaze,
A burning longing in their gaze.
The village sighs my name aloud,
Each glance, a gasp within the crowd.
Each glance, a gasp, a whispered plea,
Each gaze, a lament over me.

No cuckoo's call, nor parrot's plea,
Nor songs held in a library.
Yet, those who gaze, their breath they lose,
"Unmatched beauty," their tongues now choose.
What shall I do, I, Fulbano, I am she,
Oh, what shall I do, Fulbano, I am she.

Why the world adores, I cannot say,
I bloom in youth, come what may.
Why the world adores, I cannot say,
I bloom in youth, come what may.
I bloom in youth, come what may,
My glance, a life-long ecstasy, they say,
Yet, those who gaze, their breath they lose,
"Unmatched beauty," their tongues now choose.
What shall I do, I, Fulbano, I am she,
Oh, what shall I do, Fulbano, I am she.