aa aa aa aa
kajra re naina kyo
chhup chhup ghat kare
ho kajra re naina kyo
chhup chhup ghat kare
ho na kachhu bole na kachhu dole
fir bhi bate kare, naina bate kare

man se jo laagi lagan
to chhute naahi chhudaye
uljha gaye jo nainwa
to suljhe na suljhaye
kajra re naina kyo
chhup chhup ghat kare

chanchal chapal chatur bade
chitvan ke ye teer
o dekhan mein chhote lage
par ghav kare gambhir
ho kajra re naina kyo
chhup chhup ghat kare

Ah, ah, ah, ah…
Why do these kohl-lined eyes
Lurk in secret ambush?
Oh, why do these kohl-lined eyes
Lurk in secret ambush?
They speak no word, they stir not,
Yet they weave a silent discourse, these eyes, they converse.

If love takes root within the heart,
It cannot be uprooted.
If the eyes become entangled,
They cannot be untangled.
Why do these kohl-lined eyes
Lurk in secret ambush?

Fickle, swift, and cunning,
Are the arrows of their gaze.
Though small in their appearance,
They inflict the deepest wounds.
Oh, why do these kohl-lined eyes
Lurk in secret ambush?