sundar ho aise tum jidahar chalo ek bar
raho me galiyo me khile basant pyar
ye insa kya devta kya sabko tumse pyar
hare krishan bolo hare krishan bolo hare hare hare
aurat choti hai mardo se bolo ek bar
hare krishan bolo hare krishan bolo hare hare hare
aurat choti hai mardo se bolo ek bar

ye meri jan pahli saja hai pahle kasur ki
krishna nahi jo wapas karu mai chunri huzur ki
ye meri jan pahli sja hai pahle kasur ki
krishna nahi jo wapas karu mai chunri huzur ki
chunri mai tab dunga suno meri dildar
fir na takraogi ab karo ikrar
insa kya devta kya sabko tumse pyar
hare krishan bolo hare krishan bolo hare hare hare
aurat choti hai mardo se bolo ek bar

chilla rahi ho dhire se kyu ji khul ke machao shor
vinti karo ke gussa karo nahi ab chalega jor
chilla rahi ho dhire se kyu ji khul ke machao shor
vinti karo ke gussa karo nahi ab chalega jor
pahle ye mano tum hui tumhari har
najuk ho komal ho bahut meri sarkar
sundar ho aisi tum jidhar chalo ek bar
raho me galyio me khile basant bahar
ye insa kya devta kya sabko tumse pyar
hare krishan bolo hare krishan bolo hare hare hare
aurat choti hai mardo se bolo ek bar
hare krishan bolo hare krishan bolo hare hare hare
aurat choti hai mardo se bolo ek bar

Where you tread, beauty blooms anew,
Spring's embrace in every street, every view.
Mortals and gods, all are smitten by you,
Chant Hare Krishna, chant it true.
Women are less, to men they bow,
Chant Hare Krishna, whisper now.
Women are less, to men they bow.

My love, this is the first decree,
For the first sin, it's laid on thee.
I'm not Krishna, to return the cloth,
My heart's devotion, I'll surely doth.
This cloth I'll give, my heart's desire,
Never again shall we fight with fire.
Say you'll agree, and now declare,
Mortals and gods, all are in your snare.
Chant Hare Krishna, chant it true,
Women are less, to men they bow.

Why the whispers, why the plea?
Let the world hear, wild and free!
Beg or rage, your will is done,
No longer shall your battles run.
First accept, you've lost the fight,
Fragile, tender, in my light.
Where you tread, beauty blooms anew,
Spring's embrace in every street, every view.
Mortals and gods, all are smitten by you,
Chant Hare Krishna, chant it true,
Women are less, to men they bow.
Chant Hare Krishna, whisper now.
Women are less, to men they bow.