lelo lelo phul dani lelo
lelo lelo
lelo lelo phul dani lelo
lekar phul naye albele, aayi hu mai albeli
ye hai gulab, ye hai chameli
lelo lelo lelo lelo, ye raat suhani
lelo lelo lelo lelo, lo phul dani lelo
lekar phul murado wale aayi, hu pas tumhare
pyar na inme rang bhara hai, bhul na jana pyare
lelo lelo lelo lelo, lo phul dani lelo

aa babu meri galiya, hai khusbu daar bana lo
inko gale ka haar, mai dedu do paise mein char
o babu aji hamse karo ikrar, hamara
tumhe ye maal milega udhar
lelo lelo lelo lelo, rangin jawani lelo
lelo lelo lelo lelo, lo phul dani lelo

phul hai tum dono ke, ache ache pyare pyare
aji mere lelo, na na na
aji mere dekho, pahle dhiraj dharlo
maul kiske lu mere, aji chhod kiske du iske
aji tumhi faisla kar lo, tumhi faisla kar lo
mere phul hai pyare pyare, very good
mere phul hai chand sitare, beautiful
mai layi kashmir se, mai lal bag ke
badi aayi phulo wali, chup chup ri dungi gali
are kya karti ho, are marungi ek laffa
teri ban jayegi lifafa, ari kyu ladti ho
tera bheja fod dungi, teri nak tod dungi

Take, take, the flower vase, take.
Take, take.
Take, take the flower vase, take.
Bringing flowers, new and vibrant, I arrive, a playful soul.
Here, a rose, there, jasmine's fragrant scroll.
Take, take the flower vase, take, this night, a sweet roll.
Take, take, take, take, take, take the flower vase, take.
Bringing flowers, wishes bound, I stand near.
Love, in them, a painted hue, forget not, dear.
Take, take, take, take, take, take the flower vase, take.

Come, my darling, through my lanes, make fragrant.
These, a garland for your neck, two coins, four to grant.
Oh, dear, make promise with me, this is our want.
This ware, you'll have on loan, in a gentle slant.
Take, take, take, take, colorful youth to chant.
Take, take, take, take, take, take the flower vase, grant.

Flowers are for both of you, lovely, so dear.
Oh, take mine, no, no, no.
Oh, look at mine, first, have patience, hold near.
Whose price should I take, dear, whose should I leave?
You, decide it now, you, decide, weave.
My flowers, so darling, very good, you will believe.
My flowers, moon and stars, beautiful, you will conceive.
I brought them from Kashmir, from Lal Bagh's core.
Here comes the flower girl, hush, I'll curse and roar.
Oh, what are you doing? I'll slap you hard, and pour.
Your face will be a letter, a folded lore.
Why do you fight?
I'll break your head, you'll feel the sore.
I'll break your nose, the truth I'll explore.