mitwaa mane nahi, mitwaa mane nahi
mose kat ske ri
mitwaa mane nahi, mitwaa mane nahi
beri beri barjo kare
pakdat ka aisi thamser
bepari bhai re
mitwaa mane nahi, mitwaa mane nahi
he more rang me rang em re
rang di re rang di
he chunariya mori laal
chunariya mori laal
more rang me rang me re
rang di re rang di

nikat nikat nij pag dharat chala chal
chala aise brij tanman charti ruk gayi re
vinati karu sudh budh bisar gayi re
mitwaa mane nahi, mitwaa mane nahi
he more rang me rang me re
rang di re rang di
he chunariya mori laal
chunariya mori laal
more rang me rang me re
rang di re rang di
mitwaa naahi maane
rang me laali re laali re
more laali re laali re
more rang me chunariya rang di
mitwaa
rang laal rang me
laali re mori rang di mori
laali re mori rang di mori
laali re mori rang di mori
laali re mori rang di mori
mitwaa mitwaa mitwaa

My Beloved, heedless, My Beloved, won't yield,
From me, He turns away.
My Beloved, heedless, My Beloved, won't yield,
Again and again, He warns.
Why clutch these tender roots?
I am undone, adrift.
My Beloved, heedless, My Beloved, won't yield,
In my hues, in my hues,
dye me, dye me,
My scarf, crimson,
My scarf, crimson.
In my hues, in my hues,
dye me, dye me.

Near, ever closer, His steps draw near,
He walks, in a trance, the world stands still.
I plead, lost to all reason, all sense.
My Beloved, heedless, My Beloved, won't yield,
In my hues, in my hues,
dye me, dye me,
My scarf, crimson,
My scarf, crimson.
In my hues, in my hues,
dye me, dye me.
My Beloved, will not yield.
In crimson, in crimson,
my crimson, in crimson,
in my hues, dye my scarf,
My Beloved.
In crimson hues,
crimson, dye me, my,
crimson, dye me, my,
crimson, dye me, my,
crimson, dye me, my,
My Beloved, My Beloved, My Beloved.