are dhola o o
are aasmaan par ude chakora, ude chakora, ude chakora
are aasmaan par ude chakora
chand pakadne jaave, jaave re jaave
ishq ude jab tez dhaar pe
dono pankh katave, katave, katave

aasmaan par ude chakora, chand pakadne jaave
ishq ude jab tez dhaar pe dono pankh katave
baki jale apni agni me, uss par chale patanga dhola
lipat lipat jal gayo re dhola, lipat lipat jal gayo re dhola
lipat lipat jal gayo re dhola, lipat lipat jal gayo re dhola
lipat lipat jal gayo re dhola, lipat lipat jal gayo
lipat lipat jal gayo re dhola, lipat lipat jal gayo
lipat lipat jal gayo re dhola, lipat lipat jal gayo
lipat lipat jal gayo re dhola

ishq ke ghar to sab milta hai
bin dekhe ka rabb milta hai, rabb milta hai
sab milta hai duniya bhar ko
aashiq ko sab kab milta hai, aashiq ko sab kab milta hai
rajkumari thi wo lekin rajkumar nahi tha, nahi tha
lohar gali me ishq tha lekin, ishq lohar nahi tha, nahi tha
baki jale apni agni me, uss par chale patanga dhola
lipat lipat lipat lipat
lipat lipat jal gayo re dhola, lipat lipat jal gayo re dhola
lipat lipat jal gayo re dhola, lipat lipat jal gayo re dhola
lipat lipat jal gayo re dhola, lipat lipat jal gayo
lipat lipat jal gayo re dhola, lipat lipat jal gayo
lipat lipat jal gayo re dhola, lipat lipat jal gayo
lipat lipat jal gayo re dhola

Oh, my beloved, oh...

A chakora bird ascends the sky, soaring, soaring, soaring,
A chakora ascends the sky,
Seeking the moon to grasp, to grasp, oh, to grasp.
When love takes flight on a blade's sharp edge,
Both wings are severed, severed, severed.

A chakora ascends the sky, seeking the moon,
When love takes flight on a blade's sharp edge, both wings are lost.
While others burn in their own fires, a moth flies towards it, my love,
Clinging and burning, oh my love, clinging and burning.
Clinging and burning, oh my love, clinging and burning.
Clinging and burning, oh my love, clinging and burning.
Clinging and burning, oh my love, clinging and burning.
Clinging and burning, oh my love, clinging and burning.

In love's house, all is found,
A God unseen is found, is found.
All is found for the world entire,
But for the lover, when is all found, when?
She was a princess, but he was not a prince, no, no.
Love in the blacksmith's lane, but love was no blacksmith, no.
While others burn in their own fires, a moth flies towards it, my love,
Clinging and clinging...
Clinging and burning, oh my love, clinging and burning.
Clinging and burning, oh my love, clinging and burning.
Clinging and burning, oh my love, clinging and burning.
Clinging and burning, oh my love, clinging and burning.
Clinging and burning, oh my love, clinging and burning.
Clinging and burning, oh my love, clinging and burning.