saiya se vada tha nazuk ghadi thi
saiya se vada tha nazuk ghadi thi
ban than ke kal mai to chat pe khadi thi
ke bichua ne dank mara haye haye haye ram
bichua ne dank mara haye haye haye ram
bichua ne dank mara haye haye

bali umar dil ki lagi haye re
na mile chaina kate na suni raina
kahi ji na lage bali umar dil ki lagi haye re
na mile chaina kate na suni raina
kahi ji na lage badi mushkil se aayi
milan ki ghadi jitna behlaya dil
utni uljhan badi aage phir kya hua
na puchiye na puchiye ke julfo ki lat
mere mukh pe padi thi ke julfo ki lat
mere mukh pe padi thi
unke khayalo me mai to khadi thi
ke bichua ne dank mara haye haye haye ram
bichua ne dank mara haye haye haye ram
bichua ne dank mara haye haye

aisa laga jaise koi aaya
ankhe sharmayi aadaye muskurai
koi gam na raha aisa laga jaise koi aaya
ankhe sharmayi aadaye muskurai
koi gam na raha samne dekha saiya ko aate huye
bahe pahala di mene lajate huye
aage phir kya hua na puchiye na puchiye
ke wo the jidhar mai udhar chal padi thi
ke wo the jidhar mai udhar chal padi thi
abhi do kadam hi mai aage badhi thi
ke bichua ne dank mara haye haye haye ram
bichua ne dank mara haye haye haye ram
bichua ne dank mara haye haye

A promise whispered, the hour so frail,
A promise whispered, the hour so frail,
All dressed, I stood upon the rail.
A scorpion stung, alas, alas, alas!
A scorpion stung, alas, alas, alas!
A scorpion stung, alas!

Young heart in love, a tender plight,
No peace I find, through sleepless night.
Young heart in love, a tender plight,
No peace I find, through sleepless night.
No solace found, a burden too great,
The hour of union, I did await.
The more I soothed my restless soul,
The deeper the shadows, taking their toll.
What followed next, do not inquire,
A lock of hair upon my face, afire,
A lock of hair upon my face, afire,
Lost in his thoughts, I stood so near,
A scorpion stung, alas, alas, alas!
A scorpion stung, alas, alas, alas!
A scorpion stung, alas!

It felt as though he had arrived,
My eyes grew shy, my gestures thrived.
No sorrow remained, it felt as though he had arrived,
My eyes grew shy, my gestures thrived.
No sorrow remained, I saw my love approach,
My arms outstretched, in bashful reproach.
What followed next, do not inquire,
Towards him, my path was set on fire,
Towards him, my path was set on fire,
I had only stepped ahead a few,
A scorpion stung, alas, alas, alas!
A scorpion stung, alas, alas, alas!
A scorpion stung, alas!