bawli booch keh dil ki dil ki, hath thaam ke silky silky
bawli booch keh dil ki dil ki, hath thaam ke silky silky
keh gaye shaane soch saach ke
sehej pake to aave swaad
ishq pakaya mande aanch pe
bahut pake to ho barbaad
khol khol gaath ib man ki, bol bol baat ib man ki
do man ek ho jayo re, dil nayi sain yeh gawan ke
dharle kadam tu pachhad ke, raste ek ho jaao re
bawli booch keh dil ki dil ki, hath thaam keh silky silky
bawli booch keh dil ki dil ki, hath thaam keh silky silky

khaand te mishri meethi, ishq uste bhi meetha
khaand te mishri meethi, ishq uste bhi meetha
aankh te chakhle tu pyare, yaar ka darshan mitha re
baandh ke rakhle tu pyare
bawli booch keh dil ki dil ki, hath thaam ke silky silky
bawli booch keh dil ki dil ki, hath thaam ke silky silky

muh se kahi nahi maani, dil se kahi nahi jaani
ib to sang ho jaao re
jisne suni baat man ki, paar laga nadi man ki
man ka geet hi gaao re
bawli booch keh dil ki dil ki, hath thaam ke silky silky
bawli booch keh dil ki dil ki, hath thaam ke silky silky
dil ki dil ki, silky silky, bawli booch kahi ki

The heart, a madwoman's whisper,
hand clasped in silk, a tender grip.
The heart, a madwoman's whisper,
hand clasped in silk, a tender grip.
Words of the wise, a truth they speak,
Slowly ripened, taste so sweet.
Love's fire, a gentle ember's keep,
Too much, and all will be defeat.

Unravel now the knots within,
Speak the language of your soul.
Let two hearts become as one,
In this new song, a story told.
Take each step, though you stumble down,
Become one with the path you tread.
The heart, a madwoman's whisper,
hand clasped in silk, a tender grip.
The heart, a madwoman's whisper,
hand clasped in silk, a tender grip.

Sugar and candy, sweet delight,
Love surpasses, takes its flight.
Sugar and candy, sweet delight,
Love surpasses, takes its flight.
Taste with your eyes, my darling dear,
The sweetness of your beloved's face.
Hold this love, forever near.
The heart, a madwoman's whisper,
hand clasped in silk, a tender grip.
The heart, a madwoman's whisper,
hand clasped in silk, a tender grip.

The mouth denied, the heart unheard,
Now become one, entwined as one.
He who listens to the soul's own word,
Crosses the river, the journey done.
Sing the song, the heart's own plea.
The heart, a madwoman's whisper,
hand clasped in silk, a tender grip.
The heart, a madwoman's whisper,
hand clasped in silk, a tender grip.
The heart's heart, silken touch,
The madwoman's voice, speaking much.