o manachali kahaan chali, o manachali kahaan chali
dekh dekh dekh dekh mujh se na sharmaa
ek ek ek mai hun bhavraa
aur tu kali
o manachali kahaan chali, o manachali kahaan chali
dekh dekh dekh dekh mujh se na sharmaa
ek ek ek mai hun bhavraa
aur tu kali
o manachali kahaan chali, o manachali kahaan chali

hotho pe leke teraa naam
aai hai rang bhari shaam
phulo ke chhalke hai jaam
bhavaro ne dil liye thaam
aise me, he he ho e he ho
aise me, tod ke prem ki dori
chakori, o gori, tu kahaan chali
o manachali kahaan chali, o manachali kahaan chali

duniyaa se nahi darenge
kab tak hum aahe bharenge
aajaa do baate karege
chhup ke mulaaqaate karege
ye sach hai e he o o e he o o
ye sach hai mai hun ek divaanaa
ye maanaa, na jaanaa, tu kahaan chali
o manachali kahaan chali, o manachali kahaan chali

rut aisi aai hui hai
badli bhi chhaai hui hai
tu kyo ghabaraai hui hai
mujhse sharmaai hui hai
pyaar me e he o o e he o o
pyaar me yaar se aankh churaake
satake, jalake tu kahaan chali
o manachali kahaan chali, o manachali kahaan chali
dekh dekh dekh dekh mujh se na sharmaa
ek ek ek mai hun bhavraa
aur tu kali
o manachali kahaan chali, o manachali kahaan chali

O wayward one, where do you wander, where do you roam?
Look, look, look, look, do not be shy with me.
I, I, I am but a bumblebee,
And you, a bud, yet to bloom.
O wayward one, where do you wander, where do you roam?
Look, look, look, look, do not be shy with me.
I, I, I am but a bumblebee,
And you, a bud, yet to bloom.
O wayward one, where do you wander, where do you roam?

Your name upon my lips, a whispered plea,
The evening arrives, painted in glee.
Jars overflow with the nectar's decree,
As bees' hearts are held in captivity.
In such a moment, oh, he, he, ho, ay, he, ho,
In such a moment, breaking love's silken thread,
Chakori, O fair one, where do you tread?
O wayward one, where do you wander, where do you roam?

We will not fear the world's cold gaze,
How long must we sigh in a lovelorn haze?
Come, let us speak, in a secret maze,
And steal our meetings in hidden ways.
This truth is, ay, he, oh, oh, ay, he, oh, oh,
This truth is, I am a madman, I confess,
And you, though I know, where do you press?
O wayward one, where do you wander, where do you roam?

The season's embrace, the air so sweet,
The clouds, in a hush, the heavens meet.
Why do you tremble, your heart to beat?
Why do you blush, shy to greet?
In love, ay, he, oh, oh, ay, he, oh, oh,
In love, stealing glances from your love,
To torment, to burn, where do you move?
O wayward one, where do you wander, where do you roam?
Look, look, look, look, do not be shy with me.
I, I, I am but a bumblebee,
And you, a bud, yet to bloom.
O wayward one, where do you wander, where do you roam?