mai makke ke khet me baithi
been rahi thi makka itne mai
ik jaat ne aakar mara aisa dhakka
kamariya haay kamariya haay kamariya
tut gayi haye haye kamariya tut gayi

mai makke ke khet me baithi
been rahi thi makka itne mai
ik jaat ne aakar mara aisa dhakka
kamariya haay kamariya haay kamariya
tut gayi haye haye kamariya tut gayi

yu to us zulmi ne harkat ki thi pitne wali
yu to us zulmi ne harkat ki thi pitne wali
chhod diya maine dekar usko muh me aayi jo gali
mere muh se gali wo sunkar mere muh se gali wo sunkar
rah gaya hakka bakka jaat gaya to bail ne aaker
mara aisa dhakka kamariya kamariya kamariya tut gayi
hay hay kamariya tut gayi

bail wo kya tha bail wo kya tha
wo to pura afat ka parkala
mai chuhi par usne sara khet
mera char dala ram kasam mera
khet abhi tha ram kasam mera
khet abhi tha kuch kaccha kuch pakka
bail se bachkar bhagi to aisa laga
ped ka jhatka kamariya uui
kamariya uui kamariya tut gayi hay hay
kamariya tut gayi

ped ke piche chupa hua tha koi mera humjoli
ped ke piche chupa hua tha koi mera humjoli
uske hi sang din bhar maine kheli aankh micholi
jiski khatir pala jogan waa ho
jiski khatir pala jogan waa
sabse bacha kar rakha pehle hi miljata
to khati kyu dhakke pe dhakka
kamariya haay kamariya haay kamariya
tut gayi haye haye kamariya tut gayi

In fields of corn, I sat and gleaned,
Each kernel cradled, a life convened.
A Jatt arrived, a sudden shove,
My waist, alas, betrayed by love.
Oh, waist, oh waist, a shattered plea,
My waist now broken, eternally.

In fields of corn, I sat and gleaned,
Each kernel held, a life convened.
A Jatt appeared, a violent push,
My waist, alas, in silent hush.
Oh, waist, oh waist, a fractured plight,
My waist now broken in endless night.

His cruel act, a beating's due,
His cruel act, a vengeful hue.
I spared him then, no blow I gave,
But words escaped, the wrath to pave.
My tongue unleashed, a bitter sound,
He stood aghast, on hallowed ground.
Then, fleeing Jatt, a bull's swift rage,
A forceful charge, upon life's stage.
My waist, oh waist, a breaking strain,
Oh, waist, oh waist, a mortal pain.

That bull, a curse, a fiery dart,
A harbinger of broken heart.
Upon my field, he grazed and trod,
My harvest lost, beneath his god.
My field, once green, a tender bloom,
My field, a promise met with gloom.
From bull I fled, then struck the tree,
A jarring blow, now crushing me.
My waist, alas, oh waist, a cry,
My waist now fractured, as I die.

Behind the tree, a soul to meet,
Behind the tree, a love so sweet.
With him I played, the day's long game,
With him I played, whispering his name.
For him I lived, a hermit's vow,
For him I longed, but not till now.
If he had come, a guiding light,
Why suffer blows, in endless night?
Oh, waist, oh waist, a broken plea,
My waist now shattered, eternally.