mori bali umariya kharab kini balma
badla lehu adalat me
mori bali umariya kharab kini balma
badla lehu adalat me
badla lehu adalat me
badla lehu adalat me
mori bali umariya kharab kini balma
badla lehu adalat me

mori bali umariya kharab kini balma
badla lehu adalat me
mori bali umariya kharab kini balma
badla lehu adalat me
badla lehu adalat me
badla lehu adalat me
mori bali umariya kharab kini balma
badla lehu adalat me

bhala raha tose banwari ka chhora
mukhda salona banka rang bada gora
hontho pe lali thi
aankho me kajra
ek hath paan liye
duje me gajra
paan liya jhatak
use diya ek dhakka
aa aa bhali mori niyat
kharab kini balma
badla lehu adalat me
mori bali umariya kharab kini balma
badla lehu adalat me

tum se to acche bude vedh ji videsh re
dhare bada dhyan mori ji na lage thesh re
nabaj dhari hath kaha acchi hai chhori
vedh ji ri bhul bhaye kare barjori
vinti na mani chirori na jani
mori halat badi behisab kini balma
badla lehu adalat me
badla lehu adalat me
badla lehu adalat me
mori bali umariya kharab kini balma
badla lehu adalat me

My tender youth, a wasted bloom, by my love's hand,
Vengeance I'll seek, in the halls of land.
My tender youth, a wasted bloom, by my love's hand,
Vengeance I'll seek, in the halls of land.
Vengeance I'll seek, in the halls of land.
Vengeance I'll seek, in the halls of land.
My tender youth, a wasted bloom, by my love's hand,
Vengeance I'll seek, in the halls of land.

My tender youth, a wasted bloom, by my love's hand,
Vengeance I'll seek, in the halls of land.
My tender youth, a wasted bloom, by my love's hand,
Vengeance I'll seek, in the halls of land.
Vengeance I'll seek, in the halls of land.
Vengeance I'll seek, in the halls of land.
My tender youth, a wasted bloom, by my love's hand,
Vengeance I'll seek, in the halls of land.

The Banwari boy, a handsome face, I thought so grand,
Cheeks of pearl, a radiant strand.
Crimson lips, kohl-lined eyes, I did command,
Betel leaf in one hand, garland in the other, I planned.
He spat the leaf, with a shove so crude,
Ah, my fate, he maligned, misunderstood.
My tender youth, a wasted bloom, by my love's hand,
Vengeance I'll seek, in the halls of land.

Better the old doctor, from foreign shore,
Who cared for me, and my heart's core.
He felt my pulse, and said, "My dear, so sound,"
Yet he too, in error, on my heart did impound.
I pleaded, I begged, my plight he ignored,
My state he deemed, beyond all record.
Vengeance I'll seek, in the halls of land.
Vengeance I'll seek, in the halls of land.
Vengeance I'll seek, in the halls of land.
My tender youth, a wasted bloom, by my love's hand,
Vengeance I'll seek, in the halls of land.