run jhun jhun payal jhanke
o raja mere man ke
run jhun jhun payal jhanke
o raja mere man ke
mai nachu tere samne
albeli dulhan banke
run jhun jhun payal jhanke

chhan chhan chimta chhanke
hum dulhe us dulhan ke
chhan chhan chimta chhanke
hum dulhe us dulhan ke
lehrati hai jo har saans me
alak niranjan banke
chhan chhan chimta chhanke

chhalke hai gulabi pyale o chhaliya
chhalke hai gulabi pyale
naino ki pyas bujha le
chhalke hai gulabi pyale
naino ki pyas bujha le
chanda si nirmal kaaya
aur man hai tere hawale
re ye man hai tere hawale
aa phulo bhari raaho me
gori gori baaho me
aaho ki thandi chhav me
mehake hai baag chandan ke
run jhun jhun payal jhanke

chandan ke mehakte bago me
kaale naag bhare hai
chandan ke mehakte bago me
kaale naag bhare hai
chanda si nirmal kaaya me
kaale daag bhare hai
re kaale daag bhare hai
zahrile tere pyale
hum amrit pine wale
bikhrenge ek din dhul me
muskaate phul chaman ke
chhan chhan chimta chhanke

layi hu sajakar mai to o sajan
layi hu sajakar mai to
armano ki baraate
layi hu sajakar mai to
armano ki baraate
kisko samjhaye chhaliya
diwanepan ki bate
re diwanepan ki bate
masti hai, main hun tu hai
aur fail rahi khushbu hai
aanchal bhi nayi bahaar ka
laharaaye bina bandhan ke
run jhun jhun payal jhanke

hum dono mit jaayenge
lut jaayengi baraate
hum dono mit jaayenge
lut jaayengi baraate
deewaana ho to samjhe
deewaanepan ki baate
deewaanepan ki baate
naa mai hu aur na tu hai
maaya ka sab jaadu hai
jhuthe bandhan sansaar ke
tu tod de jogan banke
chhan chhan chimta chhanke
hum dulhe us dulhan ke
lehrati hai jo har saans me
alak niranjan banke
chhan chhan chimta chhanke

Rings the ankle's chime, a tinkling sound,
Oh, King of my heart's deep ground.
Rings the ankle's chime, a tinkling sound,
Oh, King of my heart's profound.
I dance before you, a vision bright,
A bride of love, bathed in light.
Rings the ankle's chime, a tinkling sound.

Clash the cymbals, a rhythmic beat,
We are the groom, the bride, complete.
Clash the cymbals, a rhythmic beat,
We are the groom, the bride we greet.
Waves in every breath's soft grace,
A formless god, in time and space.
Clash the cymbals, a rhythmic beat.

Spill the rose-hued goblets, O charmer,
Spill the rose-hued goblets, warmer.
Quench the thirst of eyes that yearn,
Spill the rose-hued goblets, return.
Moon-like, pure, the form I claim,
And my heart, to you I tame.
Oh, this heart, to you I lend,
Come, on flower-strewn paths we'll wend,
In fair, fair arms, ascend,
In the cool shade of sighs, extend.
The gardens of sandalwood, they gleam,
Rings the ankle's chime, a dream.

In sandalwood's fragrant, sweet bowers,
Black serpents dwell, in evil hours.
In sandalwood's fragrant, sweet bowers,
Black serpents hide, in dark powers.
In the moon-like form I wear,
Black serpents coil, in silent snare.
Oh, black serpents, they reside,
Your goblets, poison they hide,
We, the drinkers of nectar's tide,
Will turn to dust, where truths abide,
Smile, flowers of the garden's land,
Clash the cymbals, a rhythmic stand.

I have brought, adorned, my love,
I have brought, adorned, above,
The processions of my hopes,
I have brought, adorned, through slopes.
To whom can I explain, charmer,
The tales of madness, the former?
Oh, the tales of madness, to tell,
Madness is here, I and you dwell,
And fragrance spreads, a sweet spell,
The veil too, of a new dawn's swell,
Waves without a chain, unbound,
Rings the ankle's chime, profound.

We two will vanish, fade away,
The marriage processions, they will stray.
Only a madman can see,
The tales of madness, wild and free.
Neither I am, nor are you,
It is Maya's, a magic view.
False are the bonds of the world's guise,
Break them, as a hermit, rise,
Clash the cymbals, a rhythmic surprise,
We are the groom, with the bride's eyes,
Waves in every breath, so true,
A formless god, in me and you,
Clash the cymbals, forever new.