tumne kaha chhu maine chhu liya
tumne kaha chhu maine chhu liya
kaha tha jo wo kiya daga to nahi diya
kyu tantana ke chali kali o najokali
na itni si bat ki na de itni saza
tumne kaha chhu maine chhu liya

maine to ye kaha tha ke chhu hat pare
magar tum ulte mere hi gale pade
ja pare ja pare pare hat pare
ke chhed na kawariyo ko hota hai bura
tumne kaha chhu maine chhu liya
kaha tha jo wo kiya daga to nahi diya
kyu tantanake chali kali o najokali
na itni si bat ki na de itni saza
tumne kaha chhu maine chhu liya

badan mera gora hath tera maila
shishe me muh to dekho bane ho bade chhaile
o chhaile o chhaile chhail chhabile chhaile
o ja re ja re mujhe maile hath na laga
tumne kaha chhu maine chhu liya
kaha tha jo wo kiya daga to nahi diya
kyu tantanake chali kali o najokali
na itni si bat ki na de itni saza
tumne kaha chhu maine chhu liya

na mai tujhe janu aur na tu mujhe jane
o dilo ke shikari lathi ko mujhpe tane
tu jane mai janu tu aaya hai fasane
jo fasu tere jal me nahi wo chidi
tumne kaha chhu maine chhu liya
kaha tha jo wo kiya daga to nahi diya
kyu tantanake chali kali o najokali
na itni si bat ki na de itni saza
tumne kaha chhu maine chhu liya

You beckoned touch, and I obeyed,
You beckoned touch, the game we played.
You tasked a deed, no faith betrayed.
Why then, oh flower, with such scorn,
For such a touch, such pain be born?
You beckoned touch, and I obeyed.

I pleaded, "Touch not, stay away,"
But you, instead, did hold me sway.
"Go hence, begone, from me, I pray,
Leave maidens be, to know no plight!"
You beckoned touch, and I obeyed,
You tasked a deed, no faith betrayed.
Why then, oh flower, with such scorn,
For such a touch, such pain be born?
You beckoned touch, and I obeyed.

My skin is fair, your hands are stained,
Look in the glass, your pride is feigned.
Oh, dandy, dandy, beauty vain,
Go hence, foul hand, dare not draw near!
You beckoned touch, and I obeyed,
You tasked a deed, no faith betrayed.
Why then, oh flower, with such scorn,
For such a touch, such pain be born?
You beckoned touch, and I obeyed.

I know you not, nor you know me,
Hunter of hearts, you aim at me.
You come to trap, as I foresee,
I am no bird to fall your snare.
You beckoned touch, and I obeyed,
You tasked a deed, no faith betrayed.
Why then, oh flower, with such scorn,
For such a touch, such pain be born?
You beckoned touch, and I obeyed.