gori chalo na hans ki chal jaman dusman hai
teri umar hai solah saal jamana dusman hai
kuchh parwah nahi sarkar jamana dusman ho
mujhe tumse hua hai pyar jamana dusman ho
gori chalo na hans ki chal jaman dusman hai
teri umar hai solah saal jamana dusman hai

ho chand si ujali haasina tum chhod do aana jana
rokega tumhari rahe ham jaisa koi diwana
koi lakh lagaye pahre mai pahre tod ke aau
hu tere milan ki pyasi mai dunia chhod ke aau
gori chalo na hans ki chal jaman dusman hai
teri umar hai solah saal jamana dusman hai
kuchh parwah nahi sarkar jamana dusman ho
mujhe tumse hua hai pyar jamana dusman ho

ye ishk hai aag ka dariya tum soch samjh kar uatarna
hai isme hazaro tufaa asan nahi hai gujarna
jab pyar ka bandhan bandha phir aag ho ya hai pani
dar jaye wo kaisi ulfat sar jaye wo kaisi jawani
gori chalo na hans ki chal jaman dusman hai
teri umar hai solah saal jamana dusman hai
kuchh parwah nahi sarkar jamana dusman ho
mujhe tumse hua hai pyar jamana dusman ho

My dove, walk not with the swan's grace, the world is a foe,
Sixteen summers bloom on your face, the world is a foe.
Let the world be a foe, my queen, I do not care,
For love's sweet ache for you I've known, the world is a foe.
My dove, walk not with the swan's grace, the world is a foe,
Sixteen summers bloom on your face, the world is a foe.

Oh, moon-bright maiden, cease your comings and goings,
One mad as I will block your path, stopping your flowings.
Let a thousand guards surround you, I'll break through the lines,
Thirsty for your embrace, I'll leave the world behind.
My dove, walk not with the swan's grace, the world is a foe,
Sixteen summers bloom on your face, the world is a foe.
Let the world be a foe, my queen, I do not care,
For love's sweet ache for you I've known, the world is a foe.

This love is a river of fire, consider before you leap,
Thousands of storms within desire, crossing is not cheap.
Once the bond of love is tied, be it fire or the tide,
What is that love which is afraid? What youth that cannot abide?
My dove, walk not with the swan's grace, the world is a foe,
Sixteen summers bloom on your face, the world is a foe.
Let the world be a foe, my queen, I do not care,
For love's sweet ache for you I've known, the world is a foe.