oh dhol jagiro da oh dhol jagiro da
paunda phire damal lokee takde ne
lokee takde naa badi heranee naal oh dhol jagiro da
khad ke stage te wajaondi jave dhol
sare ral mil bhangra ne pandee
karde ne galla kende dondi hai wajaondee
dhol dekh ke heran hoi jande kudian ne sikh lein ne dhol
hun yaro daso mundeyan da haoue kaa kee hal

oh dhol jagiro da oh dhol jagiro da
paunda phire tamal lokee takde ne
lokee takde naa badi heranee naal oh dhol jagiro da
bale o bale pariya de naalon wadh sajadee hai paree
jaado dhol ute dhaga oh lagondee
dekhadee hai mundeya nu tedhee akh kar ke
tay nakhre jaye karke dakhondee
dhul dhul pendah hai oh husan punjab ban da
bhangre diyan te jadon londi tal

oh dhol jagiro da oh dhol jagiro da paunda phire tamal
lokee takde ne lokee takde naa badi heranee naal
oh dhol jagiro da nachdee hai wo jaado dhol nu waja ke
nale sapni je wagon wal khadee
chadhdi javaanee da hai nasha uno hoya
otan sariyan nu mat pai jandee khadi khadi dori ho gayee
beche nu jagiro sidey laya une dartee de naal
oh dhol jagiro da oh dhol jagiro da
paunda phire tamal lokee takde ne
lokee takde naa badi heranee naal oh dhol jagiro da

Oh, the drum of Jagiro, the drum of Jagiro,
It beats its wild rhythm, as the people watch on,
The people watch, with wide-eyed wonder, the drum of Jagiro,
Standing tall, she strikes the beat, the drum sings on.
All together, they join in the Bhangra's embrace,
Whispering tales, of the girl who commands the drum's grace.
Watching the drum, the girls are amazed, they yearn to learn the drum,
Now, tell me friends, what fate awaits the men?

Oh, the drum of Jagiro, the drum of Jagiro,
It beats its wild rhythm, as the people watch on,
The people watch, with wide-eyed wonder, the drum of Jagiro.
Bale O Bale! She shines brighter than any fairy,
When she lays her hands upon the drum's skin.
She glances at the men, with a mischievous eye,
Playing her coy games, displaying her allure.
Her beauty spills forth, becoming the soul of Punjab,
As she sets the rhythm of the Bhangra's fire.

Oh, the drum of Jagiro, the drum of Jagiro, it beats its wild rhythm,
The people watch on, the people watch, with wide-eyed wonder,
Oh, the drum of Jagiro.
She dances, as she beats the drum's heart,
With hair like serpents, she stands so free,
Intoxicated by the wine of youth,
She casts her spell upon all, standing tall, a living thread,
Her spirit, Jagiro, touches the earth’s own ground.
Oh, the drum of Jagiro, the drum of Jagiro,
It beats its wild rhythm, as the people watch on,
The people watch, with wide-eyed wonder, the drum of Jagiro.