achako machako ka karu raam, achako machako ka karu raam
ho gora mukhada hai haan
gora mukhada hai uspe lat kaali, achako machako ka karu raam
gora mukhada hai uspe lat kaali, achako machako ka karu raam
satra se mai athra hone wali, achako machako ka karu raam
satra se mai athra hone wali, achako machako ka karu raam
ho mera jovan hai haan
mera jovan hai phulva ki daali, achako machako ka karu raam
mera jovan hai phulva ki daali, achako machako ka karu raam
satra se mai athra hone wali, achako machako ka karu raam
satra se mai athra hone wali, achako machako ka karu raam
gora mukhada hai

jab jab dekhu mai aayina sharm mujhe kyo aaye
anjaani si pyaas uthe, koyi nagin si das jaaye
koyi kanta chubha kya, are na re na
kahi dard hua kya, are na na na
chhod mujhe gori na kar jora jori, baat kisi ki bhi mai maanu na
pahale gul thi
pahale gul thi ab gulnar huyi, achako machako ka karu raam
aisi haalat to pahali baar huyi, achako machako ka karu raam
ye javaani badi dushvaar huyi, achako machako ka karu raam
gora mukhada hai

dhire dhire bachpan bita lambi ho gayi choti
jab se aayi mast javaani ho gayi kurti chhoti
koyi sapano me aaya, are na re na
saari raat jagaaya, are na re na
bol sakhi aise gazab hua kaise, ye kaisa zahar hai mai jaanu na
meri choli ke
meri choli ke tute sab dhaage, achako machako ka karu raam
dhak dhak jiyra pe current laage, achako machako ka karu raam
raam raam jaane kya hoga aage, achako machako ka karu raam

gora mukhada hai haan
gora mukhada hai uspe lat kaali, achako machako ka karu raam
gora mukhada hai uspe lat kaali, achako machako ka karu raam
satra se mai athra hone wali, achako machako ka karu raam
achako machako ka karu raam, achako machako ka karu raam
achako machako ka karu raam, achako machako ka karu raam

What can I do, oh Ram, what can I do?
Her face, so fair, yes,
her face, so fair, with tresses of night, what can I do?
Her face, so fair, with tresses of night, what can I do?
From seventeen, I'm turning eighteen, what can I do?
From seventeen, I'm turning eighteen, what can I do?
My youth, oh yes,
My youth, a garland of bloom, what can I do?
My youth, a garland of bloom, what can I do?
From seventeen, I'm turning eighteen, what can I do?
From seventeen, I'm turning eighteen, what can I do?
Her face, so fair.

When I see the mirror, why shame takes hold?
An unfamiliar thirst, a serpent's bite, uncontrolled.
Did a thorn prick me? No, no, no.
Did pain arise? No, no, no.
Leave me, fair one, don't force your will, I heed no word spoken.
First a bud was I,
first a bud, now a bloom, what can I do?
This state, for the first time, what can I do?
This youth, a difficult climb, what can I do?
Her face, so fair.

Slowly childhood faded, long grew my braid.
Since youth has arrived, my bodice is now remade.
Did someone visit my dreams? No, no, no.
Kept me awake through the night? No, no, no.
Tell me, friend, how has this marvel occurred?
What poison is this, unknown to me?
My bodice's,
My bodice's threads have all broken, what can I do?
My heart, a current, a shock, what can I do?
Ram Ram, what awaits me? What can I do?

Her face, so fair, yes,
Her face, so fair, with tresses of night, what can I do?
Her face, so fair, with tresses of night, what can I do?
From seventeen, I'm turning eighteen, what can I do?
What can I do, what can I do?
What can I do, what can I do?