gori ghunghat me mukhda chhupao na
ye to naina ladane ki rat hai
gori ghunghat me mukhda chhupao na
ye to naina ladane ki rat hai hame gusse se
ha hame gusse se aankhe dikhao na
ye to hasne hasane ki rat hai

aaj tu kahe ko sharmati hai
ye ghadi roz nahi aati hai
aane wale hai piya milne ko
phul hai dil ke tere khilane ko
tujhko rasiya ki najar lutegi lutegi
aaj naino ki sharam tutegi
kahe tere ye nain kahe tera dil hai bechain
sakhi hamse yu daman chhudao na
ye to milne milane ki rat hai
gori ghunghat me mukhda chupao na
ye to naina ladane ki rat hai

aaj ki rat jara chup rahna
dil ki bate na balam se kahna
wo agar chede to bal kha jana
unki bato me na tu aa jana
mard ki jat ko tu kya jane kya jane
bade chalak hai ye diwane
kabhi payya padenge kabhi vinti karenge
fir se kahna jao satao na
are ye to nakhre dikhane ki rat hai
gori ghunghat me haye dayya
gori ghunghat me mukhda chupao na
ye to naina ladane ki rat hai hame gusse se
ha hame gusse se aankhe dikhao na
ye to hasne hasane ki rat hai

Maiden, hide not your face behind the veil,
For tonight is the night of eyes that entwine.
Maiden, hide not your face behind the veil,
For tonight is the night of eyes that entwine.
Do not, with anger, your gaze now enshrine,
For tonight is the night of laughter's design.

Why now, do you blush and shy away?
This hour, it does not come every day.
Your beloved, he comes to meet your soul,
To bloom the flowers that your heart does hold.
The eye of the lover will steal your grace,
Tonight, the shame of the eyes will erase.
Why is your heart, why are your eyes so strained?
Friend, from us, do not your garment restrain,
For tonight is the night of union's embrace.
Maiden, hide not your face behind the veil,
For tonight is the night of eyes that entwine.

Tonight, let silence be your song,
Speak not your heart's desires along.
If he teases, where then will you flee?
Don't you be caught in his trickery.
Of men's ways, what do you truly know?
They're cunning, these lovers, as they go.
They'll plead, they'll beg, on their knees they'll fall,
Then, "Go, torment not," to you, they will call.
For tonight is the night of coquette's art.
Maiden, hide not, oh dear!
Maiden, hide not your face behind the veil,
For tonight is the night of eyes that entwine.
Do not, with anger, your gaze now enshrine,
For tonight is the night of laughter's design.