aadha sach bolti, aadha jhooth bolti
aadha sach bolti, aadha jhooth bolti
kabhi dil rakhti, kabhi dil todti
kabhi kehti laa de mainu mehandi
main mehandi mehandi sun da mar gaya baar baar oye
main mehandi mehandi sun da mar gaya baar baar oye
aadha sach bolta, aadha jhooth bolta
kabhi dil rakhta, kabhi dil todta
kabhi kehti laa de mainu mehandi
main mehandi mehandi sun da mar gaya baar baar oye
main mehandi mehandi sun da mar gaya baar baar oye

rotiya pakaati hai tu aata gila karti
rotiya pakaati hai tu aata gila karti
chulhe pe dekho dekho daal bhi hai jalti
chulhe pe dekho dekho daal bhi hai jalti
saans jhut bolti, mui sach bolti
aadha sach bolti, aadha jhooth bolti
kabhi kehti laa de mainu mehandi
main mehandi mehandi sun da mar gaya baar baar oye
main mehandi mehandi sun da mar gaya baar baar oye

julfe sawaarti hai khadi hoke chhat pe
khadi hoke chhat pe, jo khadi hoke chhat pe
julfe sawaarti hai khadi hoke chhat pe
jara bhi nahi rehti saas sasur kolo dar ke
jara bhi nahi rehti saas sasur kolo dar ke
voti thaanedaar ki, bada rob maarti
aadha sach bolti, aadha jhooth bolti
kabhi kehti laa de mainu mehandi
main mehandi mehandi sun da mar gaya baar baar oye
main mehandi mehandi sun da mar gaya baar baar oye
aadha sach bolti, aadha jhooth bolti
kabhi kehti laa de mainu mehandi
main mehandi mehandi sun da mar gaya baar baar oye
main mehandi mehandi sun da mar gaya baar baar oye

She speaks a half-truth, a half-lie she weaves,
A heart she keeps, a heart she cleaves.
Sometimes she asks, "Bring henna for me,"
"Henna, henna," I hear, dying, eternally.
"Henna, henna," I hear, dying, repeatedly.

She bakes the bread, the dough is ever wet,
The lentils burn, a fiery silhouette.
Her breath is false, but truth, it will not flee,
She speaks a half-truth, a half-lie, you see.
Sometimes she asks, "Bring henna for me,"
"Henna, henna," I hear, dying, eternally.
"Henna, henna," I hear, dying, repeatedly.

Upon the roof, her tresses she does comb,
Upon the roof, away from hearth and home.
Fearless she stands, of elders, she knows no dread,
The officer's wife, her arrogance is spread.
She speaks a half-truth, a half-lie instead,
Sometimes she asks, "Bring henna for me,"
"Henna, henna," I hear, dying, eternally.
"Henna, henna," I hear, dying, repeatedly.
She speaks a half-truth, a half-lie she weaves,
Sometimes she asks, "Bring henna for me,"
"Henna, henna," I hear, dying, eternally.
"Henna, henna," I hear, dying, repeatedly.