ek to chaand gagan me chamke do more gaal gulabiya me
chaar chaand mori bindiya me chamke
lakho chaand more ghunghta me

mai mastani diljani kuch payal mhari bole
chham chham payal mhari bole
mai mastani diljani kuch payal mhari bole
jisne maa ko dudh piya ho ghunghto mharo khole
ghunghto mharo khole usi ke sang chalungi
usi ke rang rangungi fir jo hona hai so hole hole
arey mai mastani diljani kuch payal mhari bole bole

ye meri nathaniya diwano ka dil hai diwano ka dil
ye meri nathaniya diwano ka dil ye kaatil bada
mere chehre ka til ha ha chehre ka til
sabhi chokhri is bindiya se parkhe aaj nagina
kehkar itar itarwalo ne becha mera pasina
mere jaisi chandramukhi mere jaisi chandramukhi
jo tan man dhan se tole
ghunghto mharo khole usi ke sang chalungi
usi ke rang rangungi fir jo hona hai so hole hole
arey mai mastani diljani kuch payal mhari bole bole
chham chham payal mhari bole bole

hai meri nazakat ke charche niraale ha charche nirale
hai meri nazakat ke charche niraale
chalu chandni me to padte hai chhale ha padte hai chhale
jo koi mere nakhre sehle or jhula bhi jhule
kanchan kaya usko dungi saat janam na bhule
jo shole ko shabnam karde jo shole ko shabnam karde
shabnam karde shole ghunghto mharo khole
usi ke sang chalungi usi ke rang rangungi
fir jo hona hai so hole hole
arey mai mastani diljani kuch payal mhari bole bole
chham chham payal mhari bole
jisne maa ko dudh piya ho ghunghto mharo khole
ghunghto mharo khole usi ke sang chalungi
usi ke rang rangungi fir jo hona hai so hole hole

One moon hangs in the heavens,
two blush upon my cheeks, like roses.
Four moons ignite my forehead's jewel,
and countless moons within my veil.

I am the ecstatic beloved,
my anklets sing a song.
*Chham chham* my anklets sing,
I am the ecstatic beloved,
my anklets sing a song.
He who drank his mother's milk,
shall lift my veil.
Lift my veil, and with him I shall walk,
in his colors, I shall be dyed,
and whatever must be, shall gently unfold.
Oh, I am the ecstatic beloved,
my anklets sing a song, *bole bole*.

My nose ring, the heart of lovers,
it is the heart of lovers.
My nose ring, the heart of lovers,
a killer it is!
My face's beauty mark, yes, the beauty mark.
All women assess me by this jewel,
today, a precious gem.
Perfumers sold my sweat, calling it perfume.
Like me, a moon-faced one,
like me, a moon-faced one,
who understands with body, mind, and wealth.
Lift my veil, and with him I shall walk,
in his colors, I shall be dyed,
and whatever must be, shall gently unfold.
Oh, I am the ecstatic beloved,
my anklets sing a song, *bole bole*,
*chham chham* my anklets sing, *bole bole*.

The tales of my delicacy, unmatched,
yes, unmatched.
The tales of my delicacy, unmatched,
walking in moonlight, blisters form,
yes, blisters form.
He who bears my whims,
and also swings on a swing,
to him, I shall give a golden form,
that seven lives will not forget.
He who turns a flame into dew,
he who turns a flame into dew,
dew from a flame.
Lift my veil, and with him I shall walk,
in his colors, I shall be dyed,
and whatever must be, shall gently unfold.
Oh, I am the ecstatic beloved,
my anklets sing a song, *bole bole*,
*chham chham* my anklets sing,
He who drank his mother's milk,
shall lift my veil.
Lift my veil, and with him I shall walk,
in his colors, I shall be dyed,
and whatever must be, shall gently unfold.