baaje payal chhan chhan hoke bekarar
baaje payal chhan chhan hoke bekarar
jane mera jiya kare kiska intzaar
isiko to kehte hai jawani ki bahaar
baaje payal chhan chhan hoke bekarar
jane mera jiya kare kiska intzaar
isiko to kehte hai jawani ki bahaar
baaje payal chhan chhan hoke bekarar

aayi bahar karke solah singar
aayi bahar karke solah singar
laya khurshid dekho heero ke haar
aayi bahaar karke solah singar
hua hai bekarar phulo se baar baar karti hai pyar
jhuki jhuki daal pe phulo ki bahaar
o ho ho baaje payal chhan chhan hoke bekarar
jane mera jiya kare kiska intzar
isiko to kehte hai jawani ki bahaar
o ho ho baaje payal chhan chhan hoke bekarar

theharo hujur aise jaldi hai kya
theharo hujur aise jaldi hai kya
udati hai aap jaise chanchal hawa
theharo hujur aise jaldi hai kya
o ho ho baaje payal chhan chhan hoke bekarar
jane mera jiya kare kiska intzaar
isiko to kehte hai jawani ki bahaar
baaje payal chhan chhan hoke bekarar
jane mera jiya kare kiska intzaar
isiko to kehte hai jawani ki bahaar
baaje payal chhan chhan hoke bekarar

The anklets chime, a fevered, restless song,
The anklets chime, a fevered, restless song,
My heart, it yearns, for whom does it belong?
This vibrant bloom, youth's joyous throng.
The anklets chime, a fevered, restless song.

Spring arrives, adorned in sixteen graces,
Spring arrives, adorned in sixteen graces,
The sun unveils a necklace of bright faces,
Spring arrives, adorned in sixteen graces,
Again and again, flower to flower embraces,
The bending bough, its floral trace.
Oh, the anklets chime, a fevered, restless song,
My heart, it yearns, for whom does it belong?
This vibrant bloom, youth's joyous throng.
Oh, the anklets chime, a fevered, restless song.

Wait, my love, why rush with such a haste?
Wait, my love, why rush with such a haste?
You dance away, a wind, that cannot be chased.
Wait, my love, why rush with such a haste?
Oh, the anklets chime, a fevered, restless song,
My heart, it yearns, for whom does it belong?
This vibrant bloom, youth's joyous throng.
The anklets chime, a fevered, restless song,
My heart, it yearns, for whom does it belong?
This vibrant bloom, youth's joyous throng.
The anklets chime, a fevered, restless song.