o shehnaiya bajne lagi
shehnaiya bajne lagi
galiyo me dhire dhire, galiyo me dhire dhire
khilne lagi koi kali
khilne lagi koi kali
kaliyo me dhire dhire, kaliyo me dhire dhire

jana hoga mujhko pardesi ke angana
le jayenge mujhko aakar mere sajna
bas batiya yahi hone lagi
bas batiya yahi hone lagi
sab sakhiyo me dhire dhire
sakhiyo me dhire dhire
shehnaiya bajne lagi
galiyo me dhire dhire, galiyo me dhire dhire

main kaisi chhodu haye babul tere mahle
main sajan ki phir hu main teri hu pahle
yahi to soch ke aane lagi
yahi to soch ke aane lagi
aansu ankhiyo me dhire dhire
ankhiyo me dhire dhire
shehnaiya bajne lagi
galiyo me dhire dhire, galiyo me dhire dhire

ruk jayegi dhadkan jhuk jayenge naina
jane kya kya hoga sabka hai ye kahna
bas ud jayegi nindiya meri
bas ud jayegi nindiya meri
ab ratiya me dhire dhire
ratiya me dhire dhire
shehnaiya bajne lagi
galiyo me dhire dhire, galiyo me dhire dhire
khilne lagi koi kali
kaliyo me dhire dhire, kaliyo me dhire dhire

The shehnai weeps, its song unfurls,
The shehnai weeps, across the world.
In streets it whispers, soft and low,
In streets it whispers, to and fro.
A bud now blossoms, shy and new,
A bud now blossoms, kissed by dew.
In petals forming, soft and slow,
In petals forming, watch it grow.

I must depart, to lands unknown,
My love awaits, to call me home.
This truth is spoken, far and wide,
This truth is spoken, side by side.
Amongst my sisters, hushed and deep,
Amongst my sisters, secrets keep.
The shehnai weeps, its song unfurls,
In streets it whispers, to the world.

How can I leave, O father's keep?
Belonging first to you, then sleep
Within my lover's, loving hold.
This truth unfolds, as stories told.
The tears now gather, in my eyes,
The tears now gather, as hope dies.
The shehnai weeps, its song unfurls,
In streets it whispers, to the world.

My heart will falter, eyes will fall,
The future's shadow, covers all.
The world now whispers, what's to be,
The world now whispers, silently.
My sleep will vanish, take its flight,
My sleep will vanish, in the night.
The shehnai weeps, its song unfurls,
In streets it whispers, to the world.
A bud now blossoms, shy and new,
In petals forming, kissed by dew.