shikaree shikaree sundarata ke sabhee shikaree
sundarata ke sabhee shikaree
koyee nahee hai pujaree koyee nahee hai pujaree
sundarata ke sabhee shikaree

mahal do mahalon bich khadee
koyee chandrakiran see naree
chhal se bal se chhal se bal se
tan mann joban lute hay shikaree
sundarata ke sabhee shikaree
sundarata ke sabhee shikaree

bag bagicho khilee kalee toh aaya wahin shikaree
dekh dekh jee bhara na usaka chun li kaliya saree
sundarata ke sabhee shikaree
sundarata ke sabhee shikaree
ban upaban me sundar hiranee daud daud ke haree
dekh ke kanchan kaya usake pichhe pada shikaree
sundarata ke sabhee shikaree
sundarata ke sabhee shikaree

Hunters, all hunters of beauty,
All hunters of beauty.
No priest exists, no priest,
All hunters of beauty.

A woman stands between two palaces,
A moonbeam in form.
With deceit, with force, with deceit, with force,
The body, mind, youth stolen – alas, the hunter!
All hunters of beauty,
All hunters of beauty.

A bud bloomed in the garden, and the hunter came,
Never satisfied with looking, he plucked all the blooms.
All hunters of beauty,
All hunters of beauty.
A lovely deer in the forest, running, exhausted,
Seeing her golden form, the hunter pursued.
All hunters of beauty,
All hunters of beauty.