mai khili khili phulwari
khili khili phulwari
khili khili mai phuli phuli
mai khili khili mai phuli phuli
mai khili khili phulwari

kya chand hath me aaya
chand hath me aaya
ho tera tan man lahraya, lahraya
kaun lega chandar kalanki
kaun lega chandar kalanki
wo hansta badhta jaye
mai phut phut sarmayi
mai khili khili phulwari

mai samjh gayi mai samjh gayi
kya samjh gayi
mai samjh gayi mai samjh gayi
tu nahi samjhti bate mere man ki
hai kya karan jo bani bawri
tu bani bawri apne jis pritam ki
tu bani bawri apne jis pritam ki
sansar badai karta hai us raja duryodhan ki
savdhan mat lena ye naam
saf saf batlado unka naam
unka naam unka naam

prano se mere pritam ka pyara nam
prano se mere pritam ka pyara nam
kaho kaho le sun
par sunke bhul hi jana sakhi ri
sunke bhul hi jana sakhi ri
ye bhed kahi na sunana
ye bhed kahi na sunana

ha mera pritam hai mat bhedne wala
pyari pyari hai jisko mojri ki mala
jiske aage suraypati ka sankh lazaya
wo baaware jisko pyara sa khwaab na aaya
wo hai mere sajan, sajan sajan
wo hai mere sajan
naam hai jiska arjun
ha veer dhnanjay dhanurdhari
ho gayi un par balihari
ho gayi un par balihari
mai khili khili phulwari

I am a blooming, blossoming garden,
a garden unfolding,
blossoming, I am bursting,
blooming, I am bursting,
a blooming, blossoming garden.

Did the moon come to my hand?
The moon came to my hand.
Oh, your body and mind sway, they sway.
Who will take the moon’s blemish?
Who will take the moon’s blemish?
He laughs and grows.
I blush and bloom.
I am a blooming, blossoming garden.

I understood, I understood.
What did I understand?
I understood, I understood.
You do not understand the words of my heart.
What is the reason you have become mad?
You have become mad for your beloved.
You have become mad for your beloved.
The world praises that king, Duryodhana.
Beware, do not take that name.
Clearly, clearly tell me his name.
His name, his name.

More precious than my life, my beloved's beloved name.
More precious than my life, my beloved's beloved name.
Say it, say it, and listen.
But after listening, forget it, my friend.
After listening, forget it, my friend.
Do not reveal this secret.
Do not reveal this secret.

Yes, my beloved is the one who does not pierce.
He loves the garland of beautiful, beautiful beads.
Before whom the conch of Suryapati is ashamed,
that mad one who did not dream a sweet dream.
He is my beloved, beloved, beloved.
He is my beloved.
Whose name is Arjuna.
Yes, the brave Dhananjaya, the archer.
I am devoted to him.
I am devoted to him.
I am a blooming, blossoming garden.