aisi rang de piya daag na lage kabhi
aisi rang de piya daag na lage kabhi
saiya mere chunri kodi hai abhi
saiya mere chunri kodi hai abhi
aisi rang de piya daag na lage kabhi
aisi rang de piya daag na lage kabhi
saiya mere chunri kodi hai abhi
saiya mere chunri kodi hai abhi

mal mal ki hai meri choli hai resham ka hai mera ghaghara
lut gaya koi mujhko dekhke, mar gaya koi hoke bawara
rang tera or bhi aafat dayega ek pal mere ang se laja abhi
aisi rang de piya daag na lage kabhi
aisi rang de piya daag na lage kabhi
saiya mere chunri kodi hai abhi
saiya mere chunri kodi hai abhi

kai balkhau ek chal pe teri galiyo me aisi khoyi re ho ho ho
pad gayi kiski najar haye raam chub gayi tan me jajise sui re
gori tum kya karo aur ham kya kare julmi hoti hai dilki lagi
aisi rang de piya daag na lage kabhi
aisi rang de piya daag na lage kabhi
saiya mere chunri kodi hai abhi
saiya mere chunri kodi hai abhi

teri chalbal se dar hai ke tu mare hatho se nikal jaye na aa aa
ab to kah de mager sun piya ye teri baat mujhe bhaye na
arey re tu chali ye kaha ruth ke mai to karta tha jara dil lagi
aisi rang de piya daag na lage kabhi
aisi rang de piya daag na lage kabhi
saiya mere chunri kodi hai abhi
saiya mere chunri kodi hai abhi
aisi rang de piya daag na lage kabhi
saiya mere chunri kodi hai abhi
saiya mere chunri kodi hai abhi

Paint me, Beloved, a hue that leaves no stain,
Paint me, Beloved, a hue that leaves no stain.
My veil, my Beloved, is still pristine white,
My veil, my Beloved, is still pristine white.
Paint me, Beloved, a hue that leaves no stain,
Paint me, Beloved, a hue that leaves no stain.
My veil, my Beloved, is still pristine white,
My veil, my Beloved, is still pristine white.

My blouse, of fine silk, my skirt, a silken grace,
Lost to me, some, beholding my face,
Some, struck down, lost to madness, by my stare.
Your color, will bring a greater despair.
My body is shy, my spirit in dread,
Paint me, Beloved, a hue that leaves no stain,
Paint me, Beloved, a hue that leaves no stain.
My veil, my Beloved, is still pristine white,
My veil, my Beloved, is still pristine white.

I wander, lost, in the streets where you tread,
A glance, a curse, that pierces and fills me with dread,
Like a needle, that stings and sinks in my skin.
What to do, my Love, where do we begin?
A lover's heart is a tormenting thing,
Paint me, Beloved, a hue that leaves no stain,
Paint me, Beloved, a hue that leaves no stain.
My veil, my Beloved, is still pristine white,
My veil, my Beloved, is still pristine white.

I fear your game, your deception's art,
That you'll slip from my lips, and tear us apart.
Say it now, I beg, but this truth, won't do,
What you say, Beloved, does not ring true.
Where are you going, in anger and flight?
I was only jesting, in playful delight.
Paint me, Beloved, a hue that leaves no stain,
Paint me, Beloved, a hue that leaves no stain.
My veil, my Beloved, is still pristine white,
My veil, my Beloved, is still pristine white.
Paint me, Beloved, a hue that leaves no stain,
My Beloved, is still pristine white,
My veil, my Beloved, is still pristine white.