panva pe chuna panva pe chuna
panva pe panva pe panva pe panva pe

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
panva pe chuna chuna chuna

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 panva pe chuna
panva pe panva pe panva pe panva pe

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
panva pe chuna chuna

Upon the betel leaf, the chalk of lime,
Upon the leaf, upon the leaf, a timeless rhyme.

We’ll paint the lime upon the leaf's embrace,
And savor it after the meal's sweet grace.
Sulk all you wish, all through the day's slow keep,
But when night falls, your heart we'll softly reap.
When night descends, your love we'll gently keep,
Upon the leaf, the chalk, the chalk so deep.

Whoever tastes this roll, a crimson bloom,
Upon their lips, dispelling shadows of gloom.
Its intoxication, a spirit so free,
Brother, it's unique, for all the world to see!
With clove and cardamom, your brother-in-law, or a friend,
May partake, their joy will never end.
The age of it is so alive, so wild and free,
If a fair maiden chews the leaf,
Her youthful beauty, beyond belief.
Wherever she casts her gaze,
Sparks ignite, a fiery blaze.
If sighs are absent, what is pain?
How can a man not taste, and not remain?
Fair one, partake of this betel sweet,
Then together, wild revels we'll meet.
Then together, wild revels we'll greet.

Upon the betel leaf, the chalk of lime,
Upon the leaf, upon the leaf, a timeless rhyme.

We’ll paint the lime upon the leaf's embrace,
And savor it after the meal's sweet grace.
Sulk all you wish, all through the day's slow keep,
But when night falls, your heart we'll softly reap.
When night descends, your love we'll gently keep,
Upon the leaf, the chalk, the chalk so deep.