jako rakhe saiya mar na sake koi
bal na bika ho sake jo jag bairi ho
haye mare tujh pe duniya sari aur pichha kare shikari
gori fans nahi jana kahi jal me fans nahi jana gori jal me
fans nahi jana gori jal me fans nahi jana gori jal me
mare tujh pe duniya sari aur pichha kare shikari
gori fans nahi jana kahi jal me fans nahi jana gori jal me

tan ke ujle hai man ke kale hai papi hai dekho ji duniya wale
unke dilo me zahar bhara hai dekhne me hai bhole bhale ha
aa nahi jana inki chal me fans nahi jana gori jal me
mare tujh pe duniya sari aur pichha kare shikari
gori fans nahi jana kahi jal me fans nahi jana gori jal me
o fans nahi jana gori jal me fans nahi jana gori jal me

lakh ye duniya ji dale ghere upar wala sath hai tere
bal na baka hoga tera chahe zamana aake ghere
dhokha na khana kisi hal me fans nahi jana gori jal me
o fans nahi jana gori jal me fans nahi jana gori jal me
kismat ke dekho da nirale hai bazi hare hai jitne wale
phutega aisa pap ka bhanda jalimo ke honge muh kale
khud hi fasenge bairi jal me fans nahi jana gori jal me

Whom the Divine shields, no harm can touch,
Not a hair astray, though the world be such.
Though the world may yearn, and hunters pursue,
Maiden, beware, in the snare, not for you.
In the snare, not for you, maiden, no,
In the snare, not for you, let no grief grow.
Though the world may yearn, and hunters pursue,
Maiden, beware, in the snare, not for you.

Fair of form, yet dark of soul, behold,
The wicked ones, their stories told.
Their hearts with poison, hidden deep inside,
Seeming gentle, where shadows hide.
Do not yield to their guise, beware their claim,
In the snare, not for you, feed not their flame.
Though the world may yearn, and hunters pursue,
Maiden, beware, in the snare, not for you.
Oh, in the snare, not for you, no,
In the snare, not for you, let no grief grow.

Though the world may gather, a million strong,
The heavens above, your strength belong.
Not a hair harmed, though the ages turn,
Trust in the light, forever burn.
Do not be deceived, by any art,
In the snare, not for you, keep your heart.
Oh, in the snare, not for you, no,
In the snare, not for you, let no grief grow.
Fate's strange play, where the losing win,
The righteous heart will always spin.
Their dark deeds will shatter, their faces shame,
They will fall in the snare, the guilty claim.
In the snare, not for you, be ever true.