sone ki nathani, chandi ka chhalla
gotedar chunari ka latke re palla
sone ki nathani, chandi ka chhalla
gotedar chunari ka latke re palla
current mare re mari chadhati jawani
warrent kate re mari chadhati jawani
current mare re mari chadhati jawani
sone ki nathani, chandi ka chhalla haye

rang baaj chhore jo aankh mare
hum bhi nishane pe tir mare
hum bhi nishane pe tir mare
aashiq mijaji hamari pasand
hote nahi kabhi apne darwaaje band
chatkar mare re mari chadhati jawani
ang ang pe hai sharare mhari chadhati jawani
current mare re mari chadhati jawani
warrent kate re mari chadhati jawani
current mare re mari chadhati jawani
sone ki nathani, chandi ka chhalla haye

chhup chhup ke pine se kya fayada
aa baith mehfil mein bakayda
aa baith mehfil mein bakayda
main chalata firata paimana haay
sagar surayi yeh mera badan
pina pilana yahan ka chalan
pina pilana yahan ka chalan
samajho ishare pure honge irade, pure honge irade
current mare re mari chadhati jawani
warrent kate re mari chadhati jawani
current mare re mari chadhati jawani

sone ki nathani, chandi ka chhalla haye
gotedar chunari ka latake re palla
sone ki nathani, chandi ka chhalla haye
gotedar chunari ka latake re palla
current mare re mari chadhati jawani
warrent kaate re mari chadhati jawani
current mare re mari chadhati jawani
sone ki nathani, chandi ka chhalla haye

A golden nose ring, a silver ring's embrace,
The fringe of my embroidered veil, it sways with grace.
A golden nose ring, a silver ring's embrace,
The fringe of my embroidered veil, it sways with grace.
A current surges through my blooming youth's fire,
Warrants of desire, my escalating pyre.
A current surges through my blooming youth's fire,
A golden nose ring, a silver ring's… high.

A rogue's glance, a boy's arrow flies,
And I, too, aim, with fire in my eyes.
And I, too, aim, with fire in my eyes.
No doors are ever closed to us, you see,
A spark ignites through my blossoming decree,
Each limb ablaze, a flame in ecstasy,
A current surges through my blooming youth's fire,
Warrants of desire, my escalating pyre.
A current surges through my blooming youth's fire,
A golden nose ring, a silver ring's… high.

What good is secret sipping, hidden deep?
Come, sit with me, where secrets softly sleep.
Come, sit with me, where secrets softly sleep.
I am a living chalice, flowing free,
The ocean, the decanter, all of me.
To drink, to pour, our whispered destiny,
Understand the hints, desires shall be, desires shall be,
A current surges through my blooming youth's fire,
Warrants of desire, my escalating pyre.
A current surges through my blooming youth's fire.

A golden nose ring, a silver ring's… high,
The fringe of my embroidered veil, it sways on high.
A golden nose ring, a silver ring's… high,
The fringe of my embroidered veil, it sways on high.
A current surges through my blooming youth's fire,
Warrants of desire, my escalating pyre.
A current surges through my blooming youth's fire,
A golden nose ring, a silver ring's… high.