haay
aji phul gendwaa na maaro, na maaro
lagat karejwaa me chot
dungi mai duhaai
kaahe chatur banat chhichhori karat harjaai

phul gendwaa na maaro, na maaro
phul gendwaa na maaro, na maaro
lagat karejwaa me chot

he dahakaa huaa ye angaara, angaara haan
dahakaa huaa ye angaara
jo gendwaa kahlaaye hai
aji tan par jahaan gire paapi
wahi daag pad jaaye hai
ang-ang moraa pir kare aur kar ke kahe
phul gendwaa na maaro
phul gendwaa na maaro, na maaro
lagat karejwaa me chot

he phul gendwaa na maaro
aji phul gendwaa na maaro
phul gendwaa na maaro, phul gendwaa na maaro
maika, na maaro, na maaro, na maaro
phul gendwaa na maaro, na maaro
lagat karejwaa me chot

ruk jaao, ruk jaao
ruk jaao, ruk jaao, ruk jaao
na sataao mohe julmi balam, o balam
na sataao mohe julmi balam, o balam
maan jaao, binti ablaa ki
dekho-dekho dungi mai duhaai
kaahe chatur banat chhichhori karat harjaai

phul gendwaa na maaro
na maaro na maaro na
pa pa dha
dha dha dha ni dha
pa ma dha pa ma
ga ma ga re sa
sa sa sa sa sa sa
phul gendwaa na maaro

na maaro, na maaro, na maaro
na maaro, na maaro, na maaro
lagat karejwaa me chot
karejwaa me chot, karejwaa me chot
sa ga ga re re sa
sa ma pa ma ga ga re sa sa ni
sa dha dha dha sa pa pa pa sa pa sa pa sa
pa ni ma
phul gendwaa na, na maaro
lagat karejwaa me chot
lagat karejwaa me chot

Ah, do not fling the floral ball, no, do not,
For the heart it wounds, a searing shot.
I shall cry out, I shall plead,
Why play the rogue, sow a wicked seed?

Do not fling the floral ball, no, do not,
Do not fling the floral ball, no, do not,
For the heart it wounds, a searing shot.

A burning coal, a raging fire, yes,
The floral ball, a fiery caress.
Where it falls on flesh, the sinner's game,
A scar remains, a mark of shame.
Each limb now aches, a whispered plea,
Do not fling the floral ball at me.
Do not fling the floral ball, no, do not,
For the heart it wounds, a searing shot.

Oh, do not fling the floral ball,
Ah, do not fling the floral ball,
Do not fling the floral ball, fling it not,
Do not, do not, do not.
Do not fling the floral ball, no, do not,
For the heart it wounds, a searing shot.

Cease, I beg you, cease,
Cease, I beg you, cease, cease.
Do not torment me, cruel lover, oh, lover,
Do not torment me, cruel lover, oh, lover,
Yield to my plea, a woman's plight,
Behold, I now cry out in fright,
Why play the rogue, sow a wicked blight?

Do not fling the floral ball,
No, do not, no, do not, no.
P P D
D D D N D
P M D P M
G M G R S
S S S S S S
Do not fling the floral ball.

No, do not, no, do not, no.
No, do not, no, do not, no.
For the heart it wounds, a searing shot,
The heart it wounds, the heart it wounds.
S G G R R S
S M P M G G R S S N
S D D D S P P P S P S P S
P N M
Do not fling the floral ball, no, do not,
For the heart it wounds, a searing shot.