ye maanaa ke, husn khudaa hotaa hai
par ye andaaz tumhe kaun sikhaa detaa hai
shikhame maadar se koi sikh ke aataa nahi
chaahne vaalaa hi kamabakht sikhaa detaa hai

inhi logo ne le linaa dupattaa meraa
inhi logo ne le linaa dupattaa meraa
inhi logo ne, inhi logo ne
inhi logo ne
inhi logo ne le linaa dupattaa meraa

meri na maano, meri na maano are haan
meri na maano are haan
meri na maano bajajwa se puchho
jisne adhaai gaje
jisne adhaai gaje dinaa dupattaa meraa
inhi logo ne le linaa dupattaa meraa
inhi logo ne le linaa dupattaa meraa

mori na maano saiyaa se puchho
meri na maano are haan
meri na maano are haan
meri na maano saiyaa se puchho
jisne odh ke, kya
jisne odh ke mazaa linaa dupattaa meraa
jisne odh ke mazaa linaa dupattaa meraa

Beauty, a gift whispered from the Divine, yes, it’s true,
But the graceful art, who breathes that into you?
No mother's womb imparts this knowing art,
Only the lover, wretched soul, tears your world apart.

These very hands, they seized my veil, you see,
These very hands, they stole it cruelly from me.
These very hands, yes, these, they did the deed,
These very hands, they planted this dark seed.
These very hands, they stole my veil from me.

Don’t listen to me, no, don't believe, oh, yes,
Don’t listen to me, oh, where does this distress?
Ask the weaver, ask him if you dare,
Who wove the cloth, two and a half yards to share.
These very hands, they stole my veil from me.
These very hands, they stole my veil from me.
Don't listen to me, ask my love's dear plea.
Don't listen to me, oh, this misery!
Don't listen to me, ask the one I crave,
Who draped it on me, then enjoyed what he did crave.
Who draped it on me, then enjoyed what he did crave.