chhumak chhumak mora baaje ghugharava ghugharava
bam chhik bam chhik bam chhik sayiya ho baalamava

chhumak chhumak mora chhumak chhumak mora
chhumak chhumak mora baaje ghugharava
bam chhik bam chhik bam chhik sayiya ho baalamava
mukh dekh mera lalachaaye piya
solah singhaar lubhaaye jiya
maathe pe bindiya maang sindurava nainan tore kajarava
chhumak chhumak mora chhumak chhumak mora
chhumak chhumak mora baaje ghugharava
chhum chak chhum chak chhum sayiya ho baalamava

baeeya kahat hai dar laagat hai
baeeya kahat hai dar laagat hai
chhedat natakhat mohe
raar kare mora tod gajarava
raar kare mora tod gajarava
kah sab dard kamarava
chhumak chhumak mora chhumak chhumak mora
chhumak chhumak mora baaje ghugharava
chhum chak chhum chak chhum chak sayiya ho baalamava

gaal pilaanee saram see aaye
ang ang muskae
gaal pilaanee saram see aaye
ang ang muskae
nainan nasheele chitaban baaki
bhola piya bharamaaye
o kaahe marat nainnva piharava o
o kaahe marat nainnva
chhumak chhumak mora chhumak chhumak mora
chhumak chhumak mora baaje ghugharava
chhum chak chhum chak chhum chak sayiya ho baalamava
chhumak chhumak mora chhumak chhumak mora
chhumak chhumak mora baaje ghugharava
chhum chak chhum chak chhum chak sayiya ho baalamava

As anklets chime, a dance begins,
My soul in rhythm, where true love spins.
*Bom chik bom chik*, my love's sweet call,
As anklets chime, embracing all.
My face he craves, my essence bright,
Sixteen adornments, fill him with light.
A bindi's gleam, vermilion's grace,
Kajal's dark eyes, in time and space.
As anklets chime, a dance unfolds,
*Bom chik bom chik*, my story told.

My arms entwine, a fearful plea,
My arms entwine, what will be?
He teases, playful, yet so bold,
My garland breaks, a story told.
Aching waist, a tender sigh,
As anklets chime, beneath the sky.
*Bom chik bom chik*, as love's call rings.

My cheeks blush deep, a shy embrace,
Each limb now smiles, in time and space.
My cheeks blush deep, a shy embrace,
Each limb now smiles, in time and space.
Intoxicating eyes, a longing gaze,
My innocent love, in a loving maze.
Why do eyes now die of a love so true?
Why do eyes now die?
As anklets chime, the moments flow,
*Bom chik bom chik*, where true loves grow.
As anklets chime, a dance unfolds,
*Bom chik bom chik*, as love's call holds.