nimya tu kuch der pa ke rakh le
pale vitch mukhra luka ke rakh le
nimya tu kuch der pa ke rakh le
pale vitch mukhra luka ke rakh le

aave kari na kise de naal pyar
mundiya to bach ke rahi
nahi tu hun hun hui mutiyar
mundiya to bach ke rahi
nahi tu hun hun hui mutiyar
mundiya to bach ke rahi

tera ki kasoor je nashili nain ho gaye
sikh ke adava sharmile nain ho gaye
tera ki kasoor je nashili nain ho gaye
sikh ke adava sharmile nain ho gaye

saanb ke rakh ni eh jovan butari
saanb ke rakh ni eh jovan butari
hun mur ke na aauni bahaar

mundiya to bach ke rahi
nahi tu hun hun hui mutiyar
mundiya to bach ke rahi
nahi tu hun hun hui mutiyar
mundiya to bach ke rahi

chardi jawani tera roop tatha marda
patla jaha lak na hulara vi saharda
chardi jawani tera roop tatha marda
patla jaha lak na hulara vi saharda

gora gora rang ute mirgani tor
gora gora rang ute mirgani tor
hai tera jaye soni koi naal

mundiya to bach ke rahi
nahi tu hun hun hui mutiyar
mundiya to bach ke rahi
nahi tu hun hun hui mutiyar
mundiya to bach ke rahi

mundiya de bula ute teriya kahaniya
channi ni ta khanne diyan galiyan pachaniya
mundiya de bula ute teriya kahaniya
channi ni ta khanne diyan galiyan pachaniya

jovana de bula ute teriya kahaniya
channi ni ta khanne diyan galiyan pachaniya
janjua te hoya tera roop da diwana
janjua te hoya tera roop da diwana
chal sakiya na husan da ba

mundiya to bach ke rahi
nahi tu hun hun hui mutiyar
mundiya to bach ke rahi
nahi tu hun hun hui mutiyar
mundiya to bach ke rahi

Child, hold it close, this fleeting bloom,
Hide your face within the shadowed room.
Child, hold it close, a fragile grace,
Hide your face, in this sacred space.

Do not love, let no heart entwine,
From men, my child, your spirit keep.
You are now a maiden, fair and fine,
From men, my child, your secrets sleep.
You are now a maiden, spirit deep,
From men, my child, your vows you keep.

What fault is yours, if eyes now gleam?
Learning grace, in shyest dream.
What fault is yours, if eyes now gleam?
Learning grace, in purest stream.

Guard your youth, this precious treasure,
Guard your youth, beyond all measure.
For spring will never bloom again.

From men, my child, your spirit keep.
You are now a maiden, fair and deep,
From men, my child, your secrets keep.
You are now a maiden, secrets sleep.
From men, my child, your vows you keep.

Youth ascends, your form a burning pyre,
Slender waist, that cannot yet endure desire.
Youth ascends, your form, a burning pyre,
Slender waist, that cannot hold desire.

Fair your skin, a gazelle's soft tread,
Fair your skin, a gazelle's softly led,
None can match your beauty’s fire.

From men, my child, your spirit keep.
You are now a maiden, secrets deep.
From men, my child, your secrets sleep.
You are now a maiden, secrets sleep.
From men, my child, your vows you keep.

On men's lips, your story they unfold,
In lanes of whispers, your tale is told.
On men's lips, your story they unfold,
In lanes of whispers, your tale is told.

On lips of youth, your story they all know,
In lanes of whispers, your secrets grow.
The world adores your beauty, now be gone,
The world adores your beauty, now be gone,
Go, sisters, for your beauty has withdrawn.

From men, my child, your spirit keep.
You are now a maiden, secrets deep.
From men, my child, your secrets keep.
You are now a maiden, secrets sleep.
From men, my child, your vows you keep.