pyar mangda, ikrar mangda hole hole dil da karar mangda
ni haye haye ni buddha pyar mangda
hole hole dil da karar mangda pyar mangda, ikrar mangda
hole hole dil da karar mangda
ni haye haye ni buddha pyar mangda
hole hole dil da karar mangda ho buddha pyar mangda

ek to meri chadhi re jawani duje meri payal mastani
cham cham chalu jo mai albeli lakho me bhi dikhu akeli
is pe ye buddha bole naino vali aaja
aaja aaja dil me sama ja khs khs karta hai meri gali aake
gadi gadi dekhe muskake saans bhar da mainu char karda
hole hole dil da karar mangda ni buddha pyar mangda
ni hole hole dil da karar mangda ho buddha pyar mangda

mai to chahu koi matvala chaila hota meri umar vala
lagta gale masti ke sama me abhi maine dekha kya jaha me
par ye diwana mere gore gore gal ka
dekho to hai pure aasi saal ka
dode dode meri pakadi kalayi aise
hum jori mai uski jaise gori baho ka mere jara haar mangda
hole hole dil da karar mangda ni buddha pyar mangda
ni hole hole dil da karar mangda ho buddha pyar mangda

pyar mangda, ikrar mangda hole hole dil da karar mangda
ni haye haye ni buddha pyar mangda
hole hole dil da karar mangda buddha pyar mangda
buddha pyar mangda buddha pyar mangda

He seeks love, a confession whispered,
Slowly, the heart's peace he desires.
Oh, alas, alas, the old one seeks love!
Slowly, the heart's peace he desires, love he seeks, confession he wants.
Slowly, the heart's peace he desires.
Oh, alas, alas, the old one seeks love!
Slowly, the heart's peace he desires, love he seeks, confession he wants.

First, my youth in its prime,
Second, my anklets' playful chime.
I walk with a sway, so unique,
Alone, though amidst the many I speak.
Then this old one calls, "Eyes of delight, come to me!"
"Come, enter my heart, and forever be!"
He lingers, sighing, outside my door,
Again and again, he smiles and implores.
He takes my breath, making me four,
Slowly, the heart's peace he desires, oh, the old one seeks love!
Slowly, the heart's peace he desires, oh, the old one seeks love!

I desire a lover, wild and free,
Of my age, meant only for me.
To feel him near, in joyful plight,
What more have I seen in this fading light?
But this madman, for my pale cheeks,
Behold, eighty years, his spirit speaks!
He runs, he grasps my wrist with haste,
Forcing me, as if in taste.
He desires the garland of my white arms,
Slowly, the heart's peace he desires, oh, the old one seeks love!
Slowly, the heart's peace he desires, oh, the old one seeks love!

He seeks love, a confession whispered,
Slowly, the heart's peace he desires.
Oh, alas, alas, the old one seeks love!
Slowly, the heart's peace he desires, the old one seeks love!
The old one seeks love, the old one seeks love!