shyaam mori bindiya bikhar na jaaye
shyaam mori bindiya bikhar na jaaye
shyaam mori bindiya bikhar na jaaye
hun hun hun hun main kar kar haari
hun hun hun hun main kar kar haari
tabahu taras na aaye
mori bindiya bikhar na jaaye
shyaam mori bindiya bikhar na jaaye

ek to mohe pawan sataaye
duje chandar lajaaye re
ek to mohe pawan sataaye
duje chandar lajaaye re
teeje dekh akeli mohe
teeje dekh akeli mohe
lat ulajhi suljhaaye
mori bindiya bikhar na jaaye
shyaam mori bindiya bikhar na jaaye
mori bindiya bikhar na jaaye

jhanak gayi payaliya mori
kar kangana khankaaye re
jhanak gayi payaliya mori
kar kangana khankaaye re
baanh pakad ban maali mohe
baanh pakad ban maali mohe
barbas hiya liptaaye re
bisar gayi main sudh tan man ki
jyon madhav muskaaye
mori bindiya bikhar na jaaye
shyaam mori bindiya bikhar na jaaye
mori bindiya bikhar na jaaye

My dark jewel, I pray it stays,
My dark jewel, it must not stray,
My dark jewel, I fear its fall.
I moan and wail, a weary call,
I moan and wail, my spirit sore,
Yet still, He shows no mercy's door.
My dark jewel, I fear its fall,
My dark jewel, I pray it stays.

The wind, it chills, a cruel embrace,
The moon, it mocks my lonely space.
The wind, it chills, a cruel embrace,
The moon, it mocks my lonely space.
And seeing me, alone, forlorn,
And seeing me, my spirit torn,
He comes to mend what's come undone.
My dark jewel, I fear its fall,
My dark jewel, I pray it stays,
My dark jewel, I fear its fall.

My anklets chime a sudden sound,
My bracelets clang, a joy profound.
My anklets chime a sudden sound,
My bracelets clang, a joy profound.
The gardener's hand, it grasps my wrist,
The gardener's hand, I cannot resist,
And holds me close, where I persist.
I lose my sense, my form, my soul,
As Madhav smiles, and takes control.
My dark jewel, I fear its fall,
My dark jewel, I pray it stays,
My dark jewel, I fear its fall.