mere ghaaghare me resham lagaa hai
mere ghaaghare me sonaa jadaa hai
mere ghaaghare me moti chhipaa hai
mere ghaaghare me ghugharu sajaa hai
bikaaner jaa_o jayapur jaa_o kolhaapur sholaapur jaa_o

jaa_o bareli yaa daadaraa
nahi milegaa aisaa ghaagharaa
jaa_o chaahe dilli mumba_i aagaraa
nahi milegaa aisaa ghaagharaa
aa aa o o

My skirt's silk whispers secrets untold,
Embroidered with gold, a story to hold.
Within its folds, pearls softly reside,
And tiny bells dance, where shadows hide.
Go seek in Bikaner, or Jaipur's embrace,
Journey to Kolhapur, find your place.

Go to Bareilly, or Dadra's shore,
Such a skirt, you'll find there no more.
Across Delhi, Mumbai, and Agra's wide land,
This very skirt, you won't understand.
Aah, Oh, Oh...