cham cham cham cham
chanan chanan cham cham
cham cham cham
payal bole re, payal bole re
cham cham cham cham
chanan chanan cham cham
cham cham cham
payal bole re, payal bole re

tu bole ya na bole
payal bhed jiya ka khole
tu bole ya na bole
payal bhed jiya ka khole re
payal bole re, payal bole re
cham cham cham cham
chanan chanan cham cham
cham cham cham
payal bole re, payal bole re

tera rup aur rang nirala
maine tujhko dil de dala
teri chal aur mithi boli se
mera man hota matwala
teri chal aur mithi boli se
mera man hota matwala
tu pyar ki hai madhushala
mai tera chaahne wala
tu pyar ki hai madhushala
mai tera chaahne wala
mai jab jab tujhko dekhu
aashik man mera dole
mai jab jab tujhko dekhu
aashik man mera dole
payal bole re, payal bole re
cham cham cham cham
chanan chanan cham cham
cham cham cham
payal bole re, payal bole re

o aashik prem diwaane
tu mane ya na mane
mai tujhko hi dil se chahu
tu kyu na mujhe pahchane
mai tujhko hi dil se chahu
tu kyu na mujhe pahchane
mai karti hu prem ki puja
mera tere siwa nahi duja
mai karti hu prem ki puja
mera tere siwa nahi duja
mai jab jab tujhko dekhu
man dole haule haule
mai jab jab tujhko dekhu
man dole haule haule re
payal bole re, payal bole re
cham cham cham cham
chanan chanan cham cham
cham cham cham
payal bole re, payal bole re

tu bole ya na bole
payal bhed jiya ka khole
tu bole ya na bole
payal bhed jiya ka khole re
payal bole re, payal bole re
cham cham cham cham
chanan chanan cham cham
cham cham cham
payal bole re, payal bole re
payal bole re, payal bole re
payal bole re, payal bole re

The anklets chime, a whisper light,
Chiming, chiming, in the night.
Chiming, chiming, a soft delight.
The anklets speak, in their own right,
The anklets speak, in their own light.

Whether you speak, or silence keep,
The anklets secrets softly sweep,
Whether you speak, or silence deep,
The anklets secrets softly seep.
The anklets speak, as secrets leap,
Chiming, chiming, from slumber's sleep.
The anklets speak, their vows to keep.

Your form, a vision, pure and bright,
My heart, to you, took sudden flight.
Your gait, your words, a sweet delight,
My soul, in joy, takes soaring height.
Your gait, your words, a sweet delight,
My soul, in joy, takes soaring height.
You are love's tavern, burning bright,
I, your lover, in endless plight.
Each time I see your radiant face,
My lover's heart finds its embrace,
The anklets speak, with rhythmic grace,
Chiming, chiming, in this space,
The anklets speak, at love's own pace.

Oh, lover, lost in love's sweet fire,
Believe or doubt, your heart's desire.
I love you truly, this I swear,
Why then, my love, do you not care?
I love you truly, this I swear,
Why then, my love, do you not share?
I worship love, with utmost care,
For you alone, my soul does bare.
Each time I see your gentle face,
My heart finds its own loving place,
Each time I see your gentle face,
My heart finds its own loving space,
The anklets speak, in time and space,
Chiming, chiming, love's soft trace,
The anklets speak, at love's embrace.

Whether you speak, or silence deep,
The anklets secrets softly sweep,
Whether you speak, or silence keep,
The anklets secrets softly seep.
The anklets speak, their vows to keep,
Chiming, chiming, from slumber's sleep.
The anklets speak, as secrets leap.