raja ji, raja ji tum meri kahani kya jaano
main hun kya, tum bhala dil ki baate puraani kya jaano

mil gaye saajna, haaye mil gaye saajna
ab nahi koi dar main to naachungi
? hatho par sar
kaagaz ki naav kabhi chalti nahi
julmo ki tehni kabhi falti nahi
jaalimo ki daal kabhi galti nahi
chham chhama chham naache ja

pagla naache pagla naache
naache baarahsingha
pagla naache pagla naache
naache baarahsingha
muh hai tera bhola bhala
paan kha le desi wala
tulla aise kaay kaay
tum jalte raho tum machalte raho
hath malte raho
paas hai jo mere, yaar ki nishaani kya jaano
raja ji, raja ji tum meri kahani kya jaano

aaj se main tumhaare, haay aaj se main tumhaare
na hath aaungi, ban ke panchhi koi main ud jaaungi
jaalim ko maaf hum karte nahi
dushman ko maarte hai marte nahi
gidad se sher kabhi darte nahi
chham chhama chham naache ja
pagla naache pagla naache
naache baarahsingha
pagla naache pagla naache
naache baarahsingha

jigra todungi main ghar ye chhodungi main
mukh modungi main
aag hai, aag hai meri bholi jawani kya jaano
raja ji, raja ji tum meri kahani kya jaano

Oh, King, my King, what of my tale do you perceive?
Who I am, the depths of my old heart, you can't believe.

Met my love, ah, met my love,
Now no fear, I'll dance above!
On heads, a crown,
Paper boats, they never drown,
Oppression's branch, no fruit it's found,
The wicked's stew, it won't be crowned,
Dance, dance, to the rhythm's sound.

The madman dances, the madman dances,
The stag, he prances,
The madman dances, the madman dances,
The stag, he prances.
Your face, so innocent and mild,
Eat this paan, a taste so wild,
What's this foolish, useless pride?
You burn and rage, with nothing to hide,
Clutching your hands, with nowhere to stride.
Near me are signs, what of your friend?
Oh, King, my King, my story, you cannot comprehend.

From today, I'm yours, yes, from today, I'm yours,
I won't be caught, a bird in flight, I shall soar.
The wicked we won't forgive,
The enemy, we won't let live,
The lion from the jackal, he won't receive,
Dance, dance, to the rhythm's weave.
The madman dances, the madman dances,
The stag, he prances,
The madman dances, the madman dances,
The stag, he prances.

My heart I'll break, this home I'll forsake,
My face I'll turn away.
Fire, I am fire, of youth, you have no way to trace,
Oh, King, my King, my story, you cannot embrace.