resham wale kurte pe laal dupatta dali hain
ha resham wale kurte pe laal dupatta dali hain
ye ladaki mere dil ko pagal karne wali hain
pagal karne wali hain
resham wale kurte pe laal dupatta dali hain
ye ladaki mere dil ko pagal karne wali hain
pagal karne wali hain

rup iska sada hain, rang iska ala hain
mausamo ka jadu hain sokhiyo ka pyala hain
he rup iska sada hain, rang iska ala hain
mausamo ka jadu hain sokhiyo ka pyala hain
ye meri mahbuba hain, bolne se darti hain
kya bataau logo ye hanske ghayal karti hain
iske nakhre dekho to naar badi nakhrali hain
he he resham wale kurte pe laal dupatta dali hain
ye ladaki mere dil ko pagal karne wali hain
pagal karne wali hain

jaane jana padh le tu, pyar ke afsano ko
ruth ke kyu jati hain, dekh to diwane ko
are are jaane jana padh le tu, pyar ke afsano ko
ruth ke kyu jati hain, dekh to diwane ko
bekrari samjhe na, dard mera jane na
sang dil hain jiddi hain, baat koi mane na
iska kya kahna yaro, iski baat nirali hain
he resham wale kurte pe laal dupatta dali hain
ye ladaki mere dil ko pagal karne wali hain
pagal karne wali hain
resham wale kurte pe laal dupatta dali hain
resham wale kurte pe laal dupatta dali hain

Upon silk, she drapes a crimson shawl,
Yes, on silk, the crimson shawl does fall.
This maiden, she's the one to enthrall,
To drive my very soul to call.
To call...

Her beauty, simple, her hue, divine,
A spell of seasons, a cup of wine,
Her beauty, simple, her hue, divine,
A spell of seasons, a cup of wine.
My beloved, shy to speak her name,
How to tell you all, her smile, a flame!
See her whims, a queen's decree,
Upon silk, she drapes for me...
This maiden, she's the one to call,
To drive my very soul to thrall.
To thrall...

Beloved, read this tale of love,
Why depart, from this soul that does move?
Oh, beloved, read this tale of love,
Why depart, from this soul that does move?
She does not grasp my yearning heart,
My pain, she plays a stubborn part.
Stone-hearted, stubborn, will not heed,
Her ways, oh friends, a curious need!
Upon silk, she drapes for me,
This maiden, she's the one to be...
To drive my very soul to call,
To drive my very soul to thrall.
Upon silk, the crimson shawl does fall,
Upon silk, the crimson shawl does call.