tere bina balma, jiya mora dole
tere bina balma, jiya mora dole
jiya more dole, haye jiya mora dole
jiya more dole, haye jiya mora dole
tere bina balma, jiya mora dole

man me mere huk uthe
jab kali koyaliya bole
man me mere huk uthe
jab kali koyaliya bole
jabse aankh lagi hai tujhse
aankh na laage meri
aaja o pardesi balam
yaad sataye teri
tu chori chori aaja
tu chori chori aaja
tu chupke chupke aaja
tere bina balma, jiya mora dole
jiya more dole, haye jiya mora dole
tere bina balma, jiya mora dole

sanjh savere ho more balam
neer bharan ko jau
suna panghat dekh ke, tujh bin
nainan neer bahau
tu arzi dekar aaja
tu arzi dekar aaja
tu chhuti lekar aaja
tere bina balma, jiya mora dole
jiya more dole, haye jiya mora dole
tere bina balma, jiya mora dole

jhum jhum ke badal aaye
dekh ghata hai chhayi
aaja o more man ke raja
milne ki ritu aayi
tu mukh dikhlane aaja
tu mukh dikhlane aaja
tu kisi bahane aaja
tere bina balma, jiya mora dole
jiya more dole, haye jiya mora dole
tere bina balma, jiya mora dole

Without you, Beloved, my soul it sways,
Without you, Beloved, my soul it sways,
My soul it sways, ah, my soul it sways,
My soul it sways, ah, my soul it sways,
Without you, Beloved, my soul it sways.

A yearning stirs within my heart,
When the dark cuckoo calls its art,
A yearning stirs within my heart,
When the dark cuckoo calls its art.
Since my eyes have met yours,
Sleep escapes my weary gaze.
Come, O stranger-Beloved,
Your memory, it does amaze.
Come secretly, my love,
Come secretly, my love,
Come silently, my love,
Without you, Beloved, my soul it sways,
My soul it sways, ah, my soul it sways,
Without you, Beloved, my soul it sways.

At dawn and dusk, my Beloved,
To fetch water I must tread,
Seeing the deserted ghat, without you,
Tears from my eyes are shed.
Send a plea and come to me,
Send a plea and come to me,
Take leave and come to me,
Without you, Beloved, my soul it sways,
My soul it sways, ah, my soul it sways,
Without you, Beloved, my soul it sways.

The clouds are swaying, ah,
Dark shadows fill the sky,
Come, O King of my heart,
The season of union is nigh.
Show your face and come to me,
Show your face and come to me,
Come on any pretext, and be,
Without you, Beloved, my soul it sways,
My soul it sways, ah, my soul it sways,
Without you, Beloved, my soul it sways.