kachchi kali kachnaar ki haay haay kachchi kali kachnaar ki
are kya samjhegi baatein pyaar ki
are kya samjhegi baatein pyaar ki
kachchi kali kachnaar ki haay re
haay re kachchi kali kachnaar ki
ho kuchh din sambhaal jiya khilane toh de rasiya
ho kuchh din sambhaal jiya khilane toh de rasiya
aane toh de rut bahaar ki aayegi aayegi
kachchi kali kachnaar ki haay haay kachchi kali kachnaar k
kachchi kali kachnaar ki haay haay kachchi kali kachnaar k

cherara gora gora chunari dhaani dhaani
tere aage gori chanda bhare paani
yunn na jaal bichchha yun na baat bada
hamako pyaar ka yeh tu na paath padha
teri samajh hai udhaar ki kyun chhede baatein bekaar ki
are kya samjhegi baatein pyaar ki
are kya samjhegi baatein pyaar ki
kachchi kali kachnaar ki hey hey hey kachchi kali kachnaar ki

khushabu meri udi mehaki gali gali
behake log jahaan meri baat chali
haan jaane kisaki umar tere saath kate
jaane kisako mile jaane kispe lute daulat yeh solah singaar ki
kachchi kali kachnaar ki are kya samjhegi baatein pyaar ki
are kya samjhegi baatein pyaar ki
kachchi kali kachnaar ki kach kach kach kach
kachchi kali kachnaar ki kach kach kach kach

khilake teri umar jis din phul bane
chaahe laakh tujhe tu bas mujhako chume
sochungi yeh kabhi woh din aane toh de
bachpan jaane ko hai bachpan jaane do
ghadiya kate na intjaar ki kachchi kali kachnaar ki
ho kuchh din sambhaal jiya khilane toh de rasiya
ho kuchh din sambhaal jiya khilane toh de rasiya
aane toh de rut bahaar ki aayegi aayegi
kachchi kali kachnaar ki kach kach kach kach
kachchi kali kachnaar ki kach kach kach kach

A raw bud, of the Kachnar tree, alas, a raw bud,
Do you grasp the language of love, its mood?
Do you grasp the language of love, its mood?
A raw bud, of the Kachnar tree, alas,
A raw bud, of the Kachnar tree, alas.

Oh, a little while, let the soul bloom and rise,
Oh, a little while, let the soul bloom and rise,
Let the spring's season arrive, it will, it will.
A raw bud, of the Kachnar tree, alas, a raw bud,
A raw bud, of the Kachnar tree, alas.

Fair face, a veil of emerald green,
Before you, fair maiden, the moon itself weeps.
Do not weave your nets, do not speak so,
Do not teach me this lesson of love you know.
Your understanding, a borrowed thing, why speak of idle things,
Do you grasp the language of love, its mood?
Do you grasp the language of love, its mood?
A raw bud, of the Kachnar tree, alas, a raw bud,

My fragrance travels, perfumes every lane,
People are swayed wherever my word is proclaimed.
Yes, whose life, I wonder, will be with yours?
Who will have me, who will take this wealth, these sixteen adornments?
A raw bud, of the Kachnar tree, do you grasp the language of love, its mood?
Do you grasp the language of love, its mood?
A raw bud, of the Kachnar tree, alas, alas, alas.
A raw bud, of the Kachnar tree, alas, alas, alas.

When your life blossoms, a flower at last,
Though you may want a million, you’ll only touch me,
I'll ponder this, let that day arrive,
Let go of childhood, let it go,
Moments pass, the wait is long, a raw bud, of the Kachnar tree,
Oh, a little while, let the soul bloom and rise,
Oh, a little while, let the soul bloom and rise,
Let the spring's season arrive, it will, it will.
A raw bud, of the Kachnar tree, alas, alas, alas.
A raw bud, of the Kachnar tree, alas, alas, alas.