aake sidhi lagi dil pe
jaise katariya, o sanwariya oye
aake sidhi lagi dil pe jaise katariya
o sanwariya oye hoye
o teri tirchi najariya
le gayi mera dil teri julmi najariya
o gujariya oye
le gayi mera dil teri julmi najariya
o gujariya oye hoye hoye
o jane sari nagariya
aake sidhi lagi dil pe jaise katariya
o sanwariya

meri gali aate ho kyu bar bar
ched ched jate ho kyu dil ke tar
o saiya, o saiya, o saiya padu tore paiya
meri gali aate ho kyu bar bar
ched ched jate ho kyu dil ke tar
kya mai karu gori, mujhe tujhase hai pyar
jo na tujhe dekhu na aaye karar
o gori, o gori, o gori
bad ke budhan tir vi takkar
kya mai karu gori mujhe tujhse hai pyar
jo na tujhe dekhu na aaye karar
hat jao na banao,
hat jao hay hay na banao hay hay hay
natkhat rangile sanwariya
aake sidhi lagi dil pe jaise katariya
o sanwariya
hay hay le gayi mera dil teri julmi najariya
o gujariya

piche piche aate ho kyu dil ke chor
man jao varna macha dungi shor
bachao o muai o murge o kauve
piche piche aate ho kyu dil ke chor
man jao varna macha dungi shor
pahle toh bandhi nigaho ki dor
ab hamse kahati ho chal picha chhod
o gori o natkhat o khatpat
o panghat o jhatpat
pahle to bandhi nigaho ki dor
ab hamse kahati ho chal picha chhod
tore naina o mithe baina
o tore naina hay hay mithe baina oye hoye
mujhko bana gaye bawariya
aake sidhi lagi dil pe jaise katariya
o sanwariya
oye hoye o teri tirchi najariya
le gayi meradil teri julmi najariya
o gujariya
oye hoye o jane sari nagariya
aake sidhi lagi dil pe jaise katariya
o sanwariya
o gujariya, o sanwariya
o sanwariya
o gujariya, o sanwariya

A thorn, it seems, has pierced my heart, O dark one,
A thorn that struck, a sudden sting,
O my dark love, alas!
Your eyes, a sideways glance, a cruel, captivating thing.

My heart you stole, with eyes that wound, O maiden,
My heart, enslaved by glances sly,
O maiden, woe and wonder!
The whole town knows the truth I can't deny.

A thorn, it seems, has pierced my heart, O dark one.

Why do you haunt my lane, again and again?
Why pluck the strings within my heart?
O lover, O lover, I fall at your feet,
Why do you come, again and again?
Why pluck the strings within my heart?
What can I do, fair one, for I'm yours to claim,
If I don't see your face, I'm consumed by flame.
O fair one, O fair one, O fair one, may your beauty bloom!
What can I do, fair one, for I'm yours to claim,
If I don't see your face, I'm consumed by flame.
Get away, don't tease,
Get away, alas, no, no, alas, alas, alas!
You rogue, playful, dark one!

A thorn, it seems, has pierced my heart, O dark one, alas!
My heart you stole, with eyes that wound, O maiden!

Why do you follow, thief of my heart?
Give up, or I shall raise a cry,
Spare me, o rooster, o crow!
Why do you follow, thief of my heart?
Give up, or I shall raise a cry.

First, you wove the bonds of sight,
Now you bid me leave you, take flight.
O fair one, you rogue, you mischief, from the ghat you dart!
First, you wove the bonds of sight,
Now you bid me leave you, take flight.
Your eyes, your words, so sweet,
Your eyes, alas, so sweet, alas!
Have made me mad, my love!

A thorn, it seems, has pierced my heart, O dark one, alas!
Your eyes, a sideways glance, a cruel, captivating thing.
My heart you stole, with eyes that wound, O maiden, alas!
The whole town knows the truth I can't deny.

A thorn, it seems, has pierced my heart, O dark one.
(O maiden,
O dark one) -2