teri yaad sataye re
mujhe sari raat jagaye re
meri payal baaje chham chham
meri payal baaje chham chham
dil ka haal sunaye re
raja tore
raja tore baag ki main malan hu ji
raja tore baag ki main malan hu ji
bade dukh sahe
bade dukh sahe tore karan ho ji
raja tore
ho raja tore baag ki main malan hu ji
raja tore baag ki main malan hu ji

ghar me ham akele the, chandni ke mele the
ghar me ham akele the, chandni ke mele the
baate ham karte rhe, sas sasur jalte rahe
kuchh na hame yaad raha ho
kuchh na hame yaad raha
jal gaya chulhe pe saalan ho ji
raja tore
raja tore baag ki main malan hu ji
raja tore baag ki main malan hu ji

nind meri khoyi thi, sath nanad soyi thi
nind meri khoyi thi, sath nanad soyi thi
prem kali khil na saki, main tumse mil na saki
parvat se takrake ho
parvat se takrake
laut gaya bin barse saavan ho ji
raja tore
raja tore baag ki main malan hu ji
raja tore baag ki main malan hu ji

mushkil se baat hui, are chhat pe mulakat hui
mushkil se baat hui, chhat pe mulakat hui
maine shringar kiya, ji bhar ke pyar kiya
ram kasam aisa laga ho
ram kasam aisa laga
ghar aaya pardesi saajan ho ji
raja tore
raja tore baag ki main malan hu ji
bade dukh sahe tore karan ho ji
raja tore baag ki main malan hu ji
raja tore baag ki main malan hu ji

Your memory, a haunting echo,
Keeps me awake, the whole night through.
My anklets chime, a whispered plea,
My anklets chime, for you and me.
They sing the heart's despair,
Oh, my King!

I am the gardener of your orchard,
I am the gardener of your orchard.
I have endured such sorrows,
I have endured such sorrows, all for you.
Oh, my King!
I am the gardener of your orchard,
I am the gardener of your orchard.

Alone at home, in silvered light,
A carnival of the moonlit night.
We spoke and whispered, secrets kept,
While in-laws burned, their anger wept.
I forgot all else, lost to you,
I forgot all else.
The stew, it burned upon the hearth,
Oh, my King!
I am the gardener of your orchard,
I am the gardener of your orchard.

My sleep was lost, my sister-in-law near,
My sleep was lost, my sister-in-law near.
Love's bud, it could not bloom for me,
I could not meet you, wild and free.
Like mountain's face, the torrent fails,
Like mountain's face.
The monsoon cloud, it turned away,
Oh, my King!
I am the gardener of your orchard,
I am the gardener of your orchard.

With struggle, words, a rooftop tryst,
With struggle, words, a rooftop tryst.
I adorned myself, with love's deep art,
I loved you fully, with all my heart.
By God, I felt a pilgrim's return,
By God, I felt.
A stranger come to claim his own,
Oh, my King!
I am the gardener of your orchard,
I have endured such sorrows, all for you.
I am the gardener of your orchard,
I am the gardener of your orchard.