hariyale banne baba ke bhore mat jaiyo
hariyale banne baba ke bhore mat jaiyo
dadi ka ladla mera banna
dadi ka ladla mera banna

kachchi kaliyan mat todo malan degi galiya
kachchi kaliyan mat todo malan degi galiya
kachchi kaliyan hum na tode, le jaye pura bagicha
kachchi kaliyan hum na tode, le jaye pura bagicha
malan teri bagiya bhali hai, har pyari me kaliyan khili hai
bhanvare hum prem ke pyase, sunenge teri galiya
kachchi kaliyan mat todo malan degi galiya
kachchi kaliyan mat todo malan degi galiya

kaliyon ke galon pe til hai, aur kano me baliya
kaliyon ki ankhein nashili par par par
kaliyon ki ankhein nashili par honto pe galiya
bhanware hai ya bhais hai yeh, gate sunlo kaise hai yeh
apane toh mein khuti se inako hai bandhana
kachchi kaliyan mat todo malan degi galiya

hoon nar naveli, main hoon chhain chhabili, mere pas nahi tum ana
mere chaksh katari jadu ki pitari tumhein pad jayega pachhtana
hat jao hat jao don't shit don't shout
mat karo jorajori hamei na bharoma
saiyan na marodo saiyhaa chotiyan darka
in bond band tabla sunaye, jo tal chhede toh

bhaware toh hai matwale, par mann ke kale hain
banate hai kitne sayane, par akal ke chhale hain
kaliyon sunlo bat khari yeh, bhavaro se yeh bagiyan hari hai
hum jo na aye yahan pe toh muh phir takana
kachchi kaliyan mat todo malan degi galiya
kachchi kaliyan hum na tode, le jaye pura bagicha
malan teri bagiya bhali hai, har pyari mein kaliyan khili hai
bhanvare hum prem ke pyase, sunenge teri galiya
kachchi kaliyan mat todo malan degi galiya
kachchi kaliyan mat todo malan degi galiya

Greenness, oh, do not stray in the dawn's embrace,
Greenness, oh, do not stray in the dawn's embrace,
My darling, favored by your grandmother's grace,
My darling, favored by your grandmother's grace.

Do not pluck the tender buds, lest the gardener's wrath you face,
Do not pluck the tender buds, lest the gardener's wrath you face,
We shall not break the buds, but the whole garden we shall take,
We shall not break the buds, but the whole garden we shall take,
Gardener, your garden is fair, in every bloom, a promise to awake,
We, the bees, are thirsty for love, your scolding we will take,
Do not pluck the tender buds, lest the gardener's wrath you face,
Do not pluck the tender buds, lest the gardener's wrath you face.

On the buds' cheeks, a mole resides, earrings adorn their grace,
The buds' eyes, intoxicating, yet on their lips, a scolding trace,
Are these bees or buffaloes, listen to their song's disgrace,
My heart tells me, to bind them to this place,
Do not pluck the tender buds, lest the gardener's wrath you face.

I am a maiden, fresh and new, a vision to see, stay away from me,
My eyes are daggers, a box of magic, you'll regret your decree,
Get away, get away, don't sit, don't shout,
Don't force your way, do not be fooled by me,
Beloved, don't twist, beloved, my braids will split,
These bond bands play the tabla's beat, when rhythm is unleashed,

The bees are intoxicated, but their hearts are of blackest hue,
They pretend to be wise, but are fools through and through,
Listen to me, buds, this truth is plain, by the bees, the garden will remain,
If we don't come here, the whole garden will become desolate and blue,
Do not pluck the tender buds, lest the gardener's wrath you face,
We shall not break the buds, but the whole garden we shall take,
Gardener, your garden is fair, in every bloom, a promise to awake,
We, the bees, are thirsty for love, your scolding we will take,
Do not pluck the tender buds, lest the gardener's wrath you face,
Do not pluck the tender buds, lest the gardener's wrath you face.