are suno suno suno ham jo bol rahe hai
jara dyan se suno
ha to ham kya bol rahe the
lo ham khud hi bata dete hai
ham kya bol rahe the
jitne bhi jalne wale hai
un sabko panva ki dukan pe
bari bari bithayenge inse chuna lagayenge
aur phir aur phir aap sabko khilayenge

panva pe chuna lagayenge khane ke baad isko khayenge
jitna ruthna hai ruth lo din bhar
raat hone pe tumko manayenge
raat hone pe tumko manayenge
are suna panva pe chuna lagayenge
khane ke baad isko khayenge
jitna ruthna hai ruth lo din bhar
raat hone pe tumko manayenge, raat hone pe tumko manayenge

jo koi ye bhida khaye lali hotho pe chhaye
iska to nasha hai nirala nirala bhaiya
longa ilaychi wala jija khaye ya sala
iska jamana matwala matwala re bhaiya
jo bhi goriya khaye panva khil jaye uska jobanva
phir wo jis taraf najar karde
bijli bhar de shola bhar de
aah nikle na to darad kaisa bida khaye na vo marad kaisa
gori tu bhi ye panva khaye re
fir sab milkar tahalka machayenge
fir sab milkar tahalka machayenge
panva pe chuna lagayenge khane ke baad isko khayenge
jitna ruthna hai ruth lo din bhar
raat hone pe tumko manayenge
raat hone pe tumko manayenge

gori tori paijniya re cham cham bole
gauri tori paijniya re cham cham bole
dil ko churave haule haule dil ko churave haule haule
gauri tori paijniya re cham cham bole
ham sab pagal deewano ke ham sab pagal deewano ke
dil ki tijori khole khole
gori tori paijni gori tori paijni gori tori paijniya
sun are sun aee bangdu o bangdu are chasmu gappu
shanno dhanno mina rina shila

dil ka ye kamra khali chahu main ek gharwali
dhundho re dhundo koi chhori o mere yaaro
chanda se mukhde wali hirani si aankho wali
pariyo ke desh ki ho gauri are dhundho yaro
vo muskaye to ful khile aanchal lehraye hawa chale
palke khole to huye subah jab nain jukaye to sham dhale
ganv wali ho ya sahar ki ho ghanti baj jaye aisi ladki ho
koi iska pata batlai de
nahi kunware hi ham mar jayenge
nahi kunware hi ham mar jayenge
panva pe chuna lagayenge khane ke baad isko khayenge
jitna ruthna hai ruth lo din bhar
raat hone pe tumko manayenge
raat hone pe tumko manayenge

Hark, listen closely, hear the words I weave,
Lend an ear, a moment to believe.
What was I saying? Let the story flow,
I'll tell the tale, the secrets I bestow.

To those who fester, envy in their eyes,
To the paan shop, where their fortune lies.
We'll lime their souls, a vibrant, burning hue,
Then share the taste, with all of you.

On paan, the lime, a binding, bitter kiss,
Then swallow whole, the joy, the blissful bliss.
Sulk all you wish, through the sun's bright day,
But night will come, and we shall find a way,
To mend the hearts, to chase the blues away.
On paan, the lime, a binding, bitter kiss,
Then swallow whole, the joy, the blissful bliss.
Sulk all you wish, through the sun's bright day,
But night will come, and we shall find a way,
To mend the hearts, to chase the blues away.

Whoever tastes this betel's fiery grace,
Will paint their lips, with beauty's eager trace.
A madness blooms, a rapture takes its hold,
The uncle, brother, stories to be told.
The cardamom, the clove, in every bite,
A wild abandon, bathed in pure delight.
The fair one eats, her beauty takes its flight,
Where gaze does fall, ignites a blazing light.
A fiery spark, a shiver through the frame,
What man untouched, could bear this burning flame?
Fair maiden, too, this magic now embrace,
And with a roar, the world we will replace.
And with a roar, the world we will replace.
On paan, the lime, a binding, bitter kiss,
Then swallow whole, the joy, the blissful bliss.
Sulk all you wish, through the sun's bright day,
But night will come, and we shall find a way,
To mend the hearts, to chase the blues away.
To mend the hearts, to chase the blues away.

Your anklets sing, a melody so clear,
Your anklets sing, a melody so clear,
Stealing the heart, with whispers soft and near,
Stealing the heart, with whispers soft and near,
Your anklets sing, a melody so clear,
To open up the vault that holds the soul,
To open up the vault that holds the soul,
Your anklets sing… your anklets… oh!

This chamber, empty, yearns for a warm home,
Friends, find a girl, no longer let me roam.
A moonlit face, eyes of the deer’s sweet guise,
From fairy realms, a beauty to arise,
Oh, friends, search hard, before the final sigh,
Her smile, a bloom, a breeze that sweeps on by,
And when she falls, the sun begins to die,
A village girl, or city's finest gleam,
A bell that rings, within a waking dream,
If you know her, then let me know her now.
Or else, unwed, will die and I will bow.
Or else, unwed, will die and I will bow.
On paan, the lime, a binding, bitter kiss,
Then swallow whole, the joy, the blissful bliss.
Sulk all you wish, through the sun's bright day,
But night will come, and we shall find a way,
To mend the hearts, to chase the blues away.
To mend the hearts, to chase the blues away.