meri gori gori bahe baho me aaja na
ab kaisa ghabrana hai ab kaisa sharmana
meri gori gori bahe baho me aaja na
ab kaisa ghabrana hai ab kaisa sharmana
aise kyu darta hai kyu aahe bharta hai

na sar pe pallu daale na mujhse sharmaye
na dhire dhire bole na chudi khankaye
na sar pe pallu daale na mujhse sharmaye
na dhire dhire bole na chudi khankaye
ye kaisi dulhan hai ye meri uljhan hai
meri gori gori bahe baho me aaja na
ab kaisa ghabrana hai ab kaisa sharmana

tu mera romio main teri juliet
aa tujhpe daal du bikhri bikhri lat
tu mera romio main teri juliet
aa tujhpe daal du bikhri bikhri lat
main chhora gaw ka angreji mam tu
ghunghat pat daal ke aa mere ru baru
ghunghat pat daal ke aa mere ru baru
meri uljhi uljhi julfe julfo ko suljha na
na sar pe pallu daale na mujhse sharmaye
na dhire dhire bole na chudi khankaye

galo ko chumle baho me jhul ja
hotho ka rang le dunia ko bhul ja
galo ko chumle baho me jhul ja
hotho ka rang le dunia ko bhul ja
na koi sharam hai na koi laaz hai
tore is rog ka ab kya ilaaz hai
tore is rog ka ab kya ilaaz hai
na sar pe pallu daale na mujhse sharmaye
na dhire dhire bole na chudi khankaye
ye kaisi dulhan hai ye meri uljhan hai
meri gori gori bahe baho me aaja na
ab kaisa ghabrana hai ab kaisa sharmana
meri gori gori bahe baho me aaja na
ab kaisa ghabrana hai ab kaisa sharmana

My fair arms, come, enfold me,
Why this fear now, why this shyness?
My fair arms, come, enfold me,
Why this fear now, why this shyness?
Why this trembling, why these sighs?

No veil upon her head, no shame for me,
No whispered words, no tinkling bangles,
No veil upon her head, no shame for me,
No whispered words, no tinkling bangles,
What bride is this? A riddle to me.
My fair arms, come, enfold me,
Why this fear now, why this shyness?

You are my Romeo, I am your Juliet,
Come, let me sweep your scattered tresses,
You are my Romeo, I am your Juliet,
Come, let me sweep your scattered tresses,
I, a village lad, you, a Western dream,
Drop the veil, and stand before me,
Drop the veil, and stand before me,
Untangle, oh, my tangled locks,
No veil upon her head, no shame for me,
No whispered words, no tinkling bangles.

Kiss the cheeks, sway in my arms,
Taste the lips, forget the world,
Kiss the cheeks, sway in my arms,
Taste the lips, forget the world,
No shame is left, no modesty remains,
What cure is there for this disease of yours?
What cure is there for this disease of yours?
No veil upon her head, no shame for me,
No whispered words, no tinkling bangles.
What bride is this? A riddle to me.
My fair arms, come, enfold me,
Why this fear now, why this shyness?
My fair arms, come, enfold me,
Why this fear now, why this shyness?