bairi mujhe dikhaike tu batwa
kahe khole re mora ghunghtwa
tu kahe khole ghunghtwa
ho ja re papi mai janu kya hai teri marzi
ho ja re papi mai janu kya hai teri marzi

ho bairi mujhe dikhlaike tu batwa
kahe khole re mora ghunghtwa
tu kahe khole ghunghtwa
ho ja re papi mai janu kya hai teri marzi
ho ja re papi mai janu kya hai teri marzi

kahe ankhiya mare bar bar
kyu kare ishare bar bar
na bich bajariya ched mujhe
mai alhad hu ek nar nar
kahe ankhiya mare bar bar
kyu kare ishare bar bar
na bich bajariya ched mujhe
mai alhad hu ek nar nar
ja bat na manu tori hat chhod kalai mori
tu kahe kare bar jori sauda hai dil ka
ho bairi mujhe dikhlaike tu batwa
kahe khole re mora ghunghtwa
tu kahe khole ghunghtwa
ho ja re papi mai janu kya hai teri marzi
ho ja re papi mai janu kya hai teri marzi

ho kahe lage pyara dagabaz
ye rup kuwara dagabaz
hai dil me tere mail
aankho ka aankho me khul gaya raaz
ho kahe lage pyara dagabaz
ye rup kuwara dagabaz
hai dil me tere mail
aankho ka aankho me khul gaya raaz
bali hai mori umariya
bal khati dekh kamariya
kyu dale buri najariya
are ja aise na aankh mila

You, foe, have shown your hand, your purse,
Why lift the veil that hides my verse?
Why lift the veil, the sacred space?
Oh, sinner, know I sense your taste.
Oh, sinner, know I sense your taste.

You, foe, have shown your hand, your purse,
Why lift the veil that hides my verse?
Why lift the veil, the sacred space?
Oh, sinner, know I sense your taste.
Oh, sinner, know I sense your taste.

Why cast your eyes again, again?
Why beckon with a tempting strain?
Don't tease me in the market's square,
A maiden, wild, beyond compare.
Why cast your eyes again, again?
Why beckon with a tempting strain?
Don't tease me in the market's square,
A maiden, wild, beyond compare.
Go, I heed not, leave my hold,
Why force this story to be told?
A heart's desire, a trade of soul,
You, foe, have shown your hand, your purse,
Why lift the veil that hides my verse?
Why lift the veil, the sacred space?
Oh, sinner, know I sense your taste.
Oh, sinner, know I sense your taste.

Why does this charmer seem so dear?
This youthful form, a liar's tear?
Your heart, a stain, a dark design,
Your eyes reveal the truth held near.
Why does this charmer seem so dear?
This youthful form, a liar's tear?
Your heart, a stain, a dark design,
Your eyes reveal the truth held near.
My youth, a tender, swaying tree,
My waist a dance for all to see,
Why cast your gaze in such degree?
Go now, and cease to meet my eye.