meri ghagri nu o meri ghagri nu gunghru lava de
meri ghagri nu o meri ghagri nu gunghru lava de
to pher meri chal dekh le mahi ve mahi ve
ke mai bulbul panjab se aayi re
bina ghunghru hi chal sharabi bina ghughru
bina ghunghru hi chal sharabi bina ghughru
ke dil wale dil bhul gaye baliye baliye
ye chal kayamat ki na chaliye

o makhno oye baliya oye sajna kade to leke gayo na mele
na photo khinchvai soniya na photo khinchvai
na mele ki bindiya li na surma na salai
haye re haye na surma na salai
ek bat to man le meri aaj o mere mahi meri ghagri nu
o meri ghagri nu gunghru lava de meri ghagri nu
o meri ghagri nu gunghru lava de
to phir meri chal dekh le mahi ve mahi ve
ki mai bulbul punjab se aayi re

o lachhiye ni hiriye ni soniye
pahle hi ye sari duniya tere pichhe bhagi bhage
ye tere pichhe bhage
la du surma la du bindiya to kya hoga aage goriye
to kya hoga aage ghunghat me tu chhupa le mukhada
duniya se dar lage bina ghunghru hi chal sharabi
bina ghughru bina ghunghru hi chal sharabi
bina ghughru ke dil wale dil bhul gaye baliye baliye
ye chal kayamat ki na chaliye

o makhno oye baliya oye sajna
na de tane duniya ke duniya me kya hai mera soniya
duniya me kya mera
ye ghungat bhi tera soniya ye mukhada bhi tera
bailiya ye mukhada bhi tera
ek hi dukh hai mujhko ki tu samjha na dukh mera meri ghagri nu
o meri ghagri nu gunghru lava de meri ghagri nu
o meri ghagri nu gunghru lava de
to pher meri chal dekh lai mahi ve mahi ve
ki mai bulbul punjab se aayi re

o lachhiye ni hiriye ni soniye
chahe dante bapu mujhko chahe mare chacha goriye
chahe mare chacha
banwa du sone ke ghungaru bech ke pagdi lacha
goriye bech ke pagdi lacha
lekin kahne de tu kah du mai ek bhul sancha
ho bina ghunghru hi chal sharabi bina ghughru
bina ghunghru hi chal sharabi bina ghughru
ki dil wale dil bhul gaye baliye baliye
ye chal kayamat ki na chaliye meri ghagri nu
o meri ghagri nu gunghru lava de meri ghagri nu
o meri ghagri nu gunghru lava de
to phir meri chal dekh le mahi ve mahi ve
ki mai bulbul punjab se aayi re
o lachhiye ni hiriye ni soniye o makhno oye baliya oye sajna
o lachhiye ni hiriye ni soniye o makhno oye baliya oye sajna

Let bells adorn my ankles, oh, let them chime,
Let bells adorn my ankles, now, in time.
Then, my love, witness the dance I weave,
A Punjabi nightingale, that you'll receive.
Without the bells, let the drunken walk begin,
Without the bells, let the soul within.
Hearts of lovers, they forget, alas,
This walk of judgment, do not pass.

Oh, my darling, my beloved, my friend,
Do not linger at the fair, pretend.
No photos taken, my love, no need,
No trinkets bought, no kohl to heed.
No kohl, no lines for eyes to see,
Hear my words and listen to me,
Let bells adorn my skirt's embrace,
Let bells adorn my skirt, this space.
Then, my love, witness my flowing grace,
A Punjabi nightingale's time and place.

Oh, my beauty, my beloved, my dear,
The world already chases, drawing near,
Chasing you, they are all in thrall,
What use is kohl or beauty's call?
Hide your face behind your veil,
Fear the world, and let your spirit sail.
Without the bells, let the drunken walk unfold,
Without the bells, a story to be told.
Hearts of lovers, they forget, alas,
This walk of judgment, do not pass.

Oh, my darling, my beloved, my friend,
Don't heed the world's taunts, without end.
The world, what is it, my love, to you?
This veil, this face, belongs to you.
The only sorrow I now possess,
Is that you fail to understand my stress.
Let bells adorn my skirt's design,
Let bells adorn, and let them shine.
Then, my love, witness my heart's release,
A Punjabi nightingale's song of peace.

Oh, my beauty, my beloved, my sweet,
Though father scolds, or uncles meet,
Uncle's anger, you can see,
I'd sell the turban for bells, for thee.
But let me speak, a truth I know,
Without the bells, the path we'll go.
Without the bells, the drunken walk to play,
Without the bells, at the close of day.
Hearts of lovers, they forget, alas,
This walk of judgment, do not pass.
Let bells adorn my skirt's desire,
Let bells adorn, set hearts afire.
Then, my love, witness my spirit's flight,
A Punjabi nightingale, in pure light.
Oh, my beauty, my beloved, my friend,
Oh, my beauty, my beloved, without end.