chhamak chhoriya se nayanwa
ladawat wat wat wat ladawat wat wat wat
udati chidiya ke haldi ragad ke
lagawat wat wat wat lagawat wat wat wat

chhamak chhoriya se nayanwa
ladawat wat wat wat ladawat wat wat wat
udati chidiya ke haldi ragad ke
lagawat wat wat wat lagawat wat wat wat

o ri beauty apni duty
to pe line maar ke nibhawat hai
chhod diyal re sarafat hai
khud hi liya aafat hai tohre pichhe sabse hamari
jamke ho gayi laath ladawat wat wat wat

chhamak chhoriya se nayanwa
ladawat wat wat wat ladawat wat wat wat
udati chidiya ke haldi ragad ke
lagawat wat wat wat lagawat wat wat wat

ham hamee se tohri batiya
karke bakht bitawin hai
khudeyi hanste rote khudeyi khud ko satawe hai

tohre karan basti saari hamka karat majak re
pahle yaan pe phirte the ham
apni puri dhak se dikhawat wat wat wat
dikhawat wat wat wat

chhamak chhoriya se nayanwa
ladawat wat wat wat ladawat wat wat wat
udati chidiya ke haldi ragad ke
lagawat wat wat wat lagawat wat wat wat

jaan ghayal ke surkhi kajara tep tap ke
latke jhatke maar tu hamko fansaawe
par ae to bata tu kaun disha
tu kaun mulul yu hank le jaave
haule haule bant ke tu hamri baat lagave

chhamak chhoriya se nayanwa
ladawat wat wat wat ladawat wat wat wat
udati chidiya ke haldi ragad ke
lagawat wat wat wat lagawat wat wat wat

Eyes lock with the dancing girls,
and the pulse of the world beats on.
The turmeric of a soaring bird,
anointing, binding, and gone.
Eyes lock with the dancing girls,
and the pulse of the world beats on.
The turmeric of a soaring bird,
anointing, binding, and gone.

Oh, beauty, your duty,
a line I trace for your sake.
I have abandoned my virtue,
woe I have made for myself.
Behind you, the world rises,
and the fight takes its hold.
Eyes lock with the dancing girls,
and the pulse of the world beats on.
The turmeric of a soaring bird,
anointing, binding, and gone.

I, only I, speak your words,
and waste the hours in sighs.
I laugh, I weep, I torment myself,
for your sake, the world mocks.
Once, I strode with pride,
with the strength I held so dear.
Eyes lock with the dancing girls,
and the pulse of the world beats on.
The turmeric of a soaring bird,
anointing, binding, and gone.

With wounded soul and kohl-lined eyes,
you ensnare with your sway.
Tell me, tell me your direction,
where do you lead me away?
Slowly, bit by bit, you steal my path.

Eyes lock with the dancing girls,
and the pulse of the world beats on.
The turmeric of a soaring bird,
anointing, binding, and gone.