kaha chali, kaha chali, kaha chali
mele, mele, mele, mele, mele
o ballo soch ke mele jana sara sehar tera diwana
tere rup ko deke tana badnam na kare
o balle samjh na mujhko bholi mera rup zahar ki goli
sun le diwani ki toli koi naam na dhare
o ballo soch ke mele jana sara sehar tera diwana
tere rup ko deke tana badnam na kare
o balle samjh na mujhko bholi mera rup zahar ki goli
sun le diwani ki toli koi naam na dhare

dhalke dupattva to lat teri bikhre
jhuk jaye nainva to rup tera nikhre
dhalke dupattva to lat teri bikhre
jhuk jaye nainva to rup tera nikhre
ho pichhe padi hai duniya sari bairan lakh jatan kar
hari mai to ab tak rahi kuwari koi naam to dhare
o ballo soch ke mele jana sara sehar tera diwana
tere rup ko deke tana badnam na kare

duniya ki aankh me jawani meri khatke
kitno ke dil hai nathniya me atke
duniya ki aankh me jawani meri khatke
kitno ke dil hai nathniya me atke
haye tu jab sal solhva laga tera ang ang hai jaga
pichhe har dilwala bhaga koi kam na kare
o balle samjh na mujhko bholi mera rup zahar ki goli
sun le diwani ki toli koi naam na dhare
o ballo soch ke mele jana sara sehar tera diwana
tere rup ko deke tana badnaam na kare

Where do you wander, where do you roam?
To the fair, to the fair, to the fair, to the home...

Oh, Beloved, think before you tread, this city, a fevered, hungry head.
Your beauty, a whispered, poisoned dart, lest whispers stain your beating heart.
My dear, mistake not my open door, my form, a venom, at its core.
Listen, wild ones, heed this plea, let no name be laid on me.
Oh, Beloved, think before you tread, this city, a fevered, hungry head.
Your beauty, a whispered, poisoned dart, lest whispers stain your beating heart.
My dear, mistake not my open door, my form, a venom, at its core.
Listen, wild ones, heed this plea, let no name be laid on me.

When your veil slips, and tresses fall,
Your eyes dip low, revealing all.
When your veil slips, and tresses fall,
Your eyes dip low, revealing all.
The world pursues, a ravenous chase,
Each curse, each plea, leaves not a trace.
A maiden still, my journey's start,
Let no label tear my soul apart.
Oh, Beloved, think before you tread, this city, a fevered, hungry head.
Your beauty, a whispered, poisoned dart, lest whispers stain your beating heart.

My youth, a thorn in the world's eye,
Hearts are snared, by the jewels I ply.
My youth, a thorn in the world's eye,
Hearts are snared, by the jewels I ply.
As sixteen years your form embrace,
Each limb awakes, finds its own space.
Each heart pursues, a frantic race,
No solace found, no loving grace.
My dear, mistake not my open door, my form, a venom, at its core.
Listen, wild ones, heed this plea, let no name be laid on me.
Oh, Beloved, think before you tread, this city, a fevered, hungry head.
Your beauty, a whispered, poisoned dart, lest whispers stain your beating heart.