raja mori bali umar raja mori bali umar
bali umar ka rakhiyo khayal
mushkil se laga abhi solwa saal
raja mori bali umar raja mori patli kamar
patli kamar raja mori patli kamar
patli kamar ka rakhiyo khayal
thokar lage to nikal na jaye jan
raja mori bali umar raja mori bali umar

gora badan baiya gori gori gori
gora badan baiya gori gori gori
waise to mai resham ki dori
gora badan baiya gori gori gori
mujhse na kariyo tu jora jori
tu jora jori tu jora jori

raja mori tirchi najar ha ha tirchi najar
raja mori tirchi najar
tirchi najar pe rakhiyo najar
chal jaye ye to fir kat jaye sar
raja mori bali umar raja mori bali umar

My youth, my tender bloom,
My youth, a fragile room.
Guard this bloom with gentle hand,
Barely sixteen years I stand.

My youth, my slender waist,
My waist, where beauty's taste
Dances light, a whispered plea,
Hold it close, and cherish me.
A stumble, and the spirit flees,
My youth, a rustling breeze.

Fair skin, arms of purest white,
Fair skin, bathed in morning light.
I am a silken, fragile thread,
Fair skin, where dreams are bred.
Do not press, do not be bold,
Do not stories yet untold.

My eyes, a glance that slants and gleams,
My glance that dances in dreams,
Keep watch upon this hidden fire,
For at a glance, can the world expire.
My youth, a fleeting spark,
My youth, lost in the dark.