dekhe akele hamne solah mele
dekhe akele hamne solah mele
sawan bhado ke tir kayi jhele
ho o o woh na aaye re, ho o o o rona aaye re
julmi ne humko tarsayike tarsayike mara
julmi ne humko tarsayike tarsayike mara
dekhe akele hamne solah mele

apna banaye na o aake garwa lagaye na
bairi ji se bhi jaaye na
wado pe kaha tak kare hum gujara
ho o o woh na aaye re, ho o o o rona aaye re
bali umar me bharmayike bharmayike mara
julmi ne humko tarsayike tarsayike mara

sawan aawan kah gayo, kar gayo kaul anek
ganata ganata ghas gayi mhari anganiyari re
kangna sataye ho o, re shor payal machaye ho
haye bindiya jaraaye ho o o ho o o o o
puchhe sab aayega piya kab tumhaara
ho o o woh na aaye re, ho o o o rona aaye re
sapna milan ka dikhlayike dikhlayike mara
julmi ne humko tarsayike tarsayike mara
dekhe akele hamne solah mele

Sixteen fairs I've watched alone,
Sixteen fairs I've watched alone,
Arrows of monsoon months I've borne.
He does not come, alas, oh, tears I moan.
The cruel one, torturing, he has slain,
The cruel one, torturing, he has slain.
Sixteen fairs I've watched alone.

He did not claim me, did not embrace,
Nor would he leave that foe's embrace.
How long can promises sustain?
He does not come, alas, oh, tears I moan.
My tender youth, deceiving, he has slain,
The cruel one, torturing, he has slain.

He promised to return, words galore,
Counting, counting, the grass outside my door.
My bangles taunt, the anklets make a sound,
My forehead jewel burns and burns around.
All ask, "When will your love return?"
He does not come, alas, oh, tears I moan.
A dream of union, showing, he has slain,
The cruel one, torturing, he has slain.
Sixteen fairs I've watched alone.