lage manva ke bich katari
ke mara gaya ke
mara gaya bramhachari
haye kaisi julmi
kaisi julmi banai taine nari
ke mara gaya
ke mara gaya bramhachari

kaisa ghungru payaliya ka chhanka haye
haye re chhanka
mori mala mein atak gya manka
haye re manka
main to bhula prabhu
main to bhula prabhusudh budh sari
ke mara gaya
ke mara gaya bramhachari
kaisi julmi banai taine nari
ke mara gaya brmahachari

koi chanchal koi matvali hai
matvali hai
koi natkhat koi bholi bhali hai
bholi bhali hai
kabhi dekhi na thi
kabhi dekhi na thi aisi fulvari
ke mara gaya
ke mara gaya bramhachari

bade jatno sath banai thi
han banai thi
mori barso ki punye kamai thi
han kamai thi
taine pal mein haye
taine pal mein bhasam kar dali
ke mara gaya
ke mara gaya barahmachari
haye kaisi julmi kaisi julmi banai taine nari
ke mara gaya
ke mara gaya barahmachari

A dagger found its home within the heart,
The celibate one, now struck apart.
Ah, what cruelty, what a cruel art,
To fashion woman, tearing him apart.

The jingling anklets, a shimmering chime,
Alas, the chime!
A bead caught fast within my rosary’s climb,
Alas, my time!
I've forgotten God, I've lost my mind,
Lost all that I knew.
The celibate one, now left behind.
Ah, what cruelty, what a cruel art,
To fashion woman, tearing him apart.

Some are lively, some are drunk with glee,
With glee they sway.
Some are mischievous, some are simple, free,
So free they play.
A garden of blooms, for you and me,
Such a floral display.
The celibate one, now lost at sea.

With such devotion, I had built my life,
Yes, built my life.
My years of virtue, escaping strife,
Escaping strife.
You, in a moment, oh in a moment,
Turned all to ash.
The celibate one, now met with strife.
Ah, what cruelty, what a cruel art,
To fashion woman, tearing him apart.