ye kanya kuwari hai ye tikhi katari hai
ye kanya kuwari hai ye tikhi katari hai
ye mithi supari hai ye hum sabko pyari hai
haye kya mal hai wah kya chal hai
iska jawab nahi ye bemisal hai
ye kanya kuwari hai ye tukhi katari hai

daroga ji ho daroga ji daroga ji tu hamari rapat likhde
mere piche pade hai aath das ladke
mere piche pade hai aath das ladke
daroga ji tu hamari rapat likhde
mere piche pade hai aath das ladke
mere piche pade hai aath das ladke

ho sabke sab harjai bade ho kahe ko mere piche pade ho
ladki akeli hai suni dagariya kahe pakad ke khiche chunariya
dar laage re dar laage re ho dar laage re dhak dhak jiya dhadke
mere piche pade hai aath das ladke
mere piche pade hai aath das ladke

mai chundi pahnaunga na na na mai choli silwaunga na na na
mai lahanga mangwaunga na na na mai dulhan banaunga
chal hat uff kya bal hai hoye kya gal hai
dekha hai jabse ise hum behal hai
ye kanya kuwari hai ye tukhi katari hai

haye kori jawani bhiga badan hai bas me nahi ab mera joban hai
jagi nayi koi man me agan hai mujhpe laga ye kaisa grahan hai
karu kya mai re karu kya mai karu kya mai meri dai aankh fadke
mere piche pade hai aath das ladke
mere piche pade hai aath das ladke
ye nadiya nahai hai ye jannat se aayi hai
ye rabdi malai hai ye dil me shamai hai
ye kanya kuwari hai haye haye haye
ye tikhi katari hai haye re haye haye
ye rabdi malai hai haye haye haye
ye mithi supari hai haye haye haye

A maiden untouched, a blade so keen,
A maiden untouched, a blade so keen,
A betel nut sweet, a beloved scene,
Oh, what a form, a captivating gait,
Beyond compare, sealed by fate.
A maiden untouched, a blade so keen.

Constable, oh Constable, write my plea,
Constable, my report for all to see,
Eight or ten young men pursue me,
Eight or ten young men pursue me.
Constable, my report for all to see,
Eight or ten young men pursue me,
Eight or ten young men pursue me.

All of them rakes, why do they chase?
A girl alone, on a lonely space,
Why clutch my shawl, with a hungry grace?
Fear grips me, fear grips me, heart beats fast,
Eight or ten young men pursue me,
Eight or ten young men pursue me.

I'll buy you bangles, no, no, no,
I'll stitch your blouse, no, no, no,
I'll fetch a gown, no, no, no,
I'll make you bride, go away, oh no!
What a hair, what a cheek so fair,
Since seeing her, lost in despair.
A maiden untouched, a blade so keen.

Oh, virgin youth, a body drenched,
My youth unbound, my spirit quenched,
A fire awakes, my soul is wrenched,
Upon me, an eclipse is entrenched,
What to do, what to do, what to do,
My right eye twitches, anew.
Eight or ten young men pursue me,
Eight or ten young men pursue me.

She bathed in a river, come from above,
A cream and a delicacy, enters my love,
A maiden untouched, oh, oh, oh,
A blade so keen, oh, oh, oh,
A cream and a delicacy, oh, oh, oh,
A betel nut sweet, oh, oh, oh.