achko machko ka karoon aam
achko machko ka karoon ram
gora mukhda hai uss pe lat kali achko machko ka karu ram
gora mukhda hai uss pe lat kali achko machko ka karu ram
satrah se mai athrah hone wali achko machko ka karu ram
satrah se mai athrah hone wali mera joban hai aaha oho aaha
mera joban hai phulwa ki dali achko machko ka karu ram
mera joban hai phulwa ki dali achko machko ka karu ram
satrah se mai athrah hone wali achko machko ka karu ram
satrah se mai athrah hone wali achko machko ka karu ram
gora mukhda hai aaha oho aaha

jab jab dekhu mai aayina sharam mujhe kyu aaye
anjani si pyas uthe koi nagin si das jaye
koi kata chubha kya are na re na
kahi dard hua kya are na na na
chhod mujhe gori na kar jora jori bat kisi ki mai manu na
pahle gul thi aaha oho aha pahle gul thi ab gulnar hui
achko machko ka karu ram aisi halat to pahli bar hui
achko machko ka karu ram ye jawani to duswar hui
gora mukhda hai aaha oho aaha

dhire dhire bachpan bita lambi ho gayi choti
jab se aayi mast jawani ho gayi kurti choti
koi sapno me aaya na re na sari rat jagaya na na na
bol sakhi ye gazab hua kaise ye kaisa jahar hai mai janu na
meri choli ke aaha oho aaha meri choli ke tute sab dhage
achko machko ka karu ram dhak dhak jiyra pe karant lage
achko machko ka karu ram ram jane na kya hoga aage
achko machko ka karu ram gora mukhda hai aaha oho aaha
gora mukhda hai uspe lat kali achko machko ka karu ram
gora mukhda hai uspe lat kali achko machko ka karu ram
satrah se mai athrah hone wali achko machko ka karu ram
satrah se mai athrah hone wali achko machko ka karu ram
achko machko ka karu ram achko machko ka karu ram

To Ram I turn, with whispers light,
To Ram I turn, both day and night.
Fair face framed by tresses deep,
To Ram I turn, secrets to keep.
Seventeen fades, eighteen appears,
To Ram I turn, fighting back tears.
My youth, a flower on a fragile stem,
To Ram I turn, a whispered hymn.
Seventeen fades, eighteen appears,
To Ram I turn, battling all fears.
My fair face, ah, oh, so bright!

In mirrors now, a blush I find,
A hidden thirst within my mind.
A serpent’s sting, a sudden heat,
Did a thorn pierce? No, bittersweet!
Leave me, fair one, do not insist,
No counsel heeded, none I've kissed.
A bud I was, ah, oh, before,
Now, blossoming, forevermore!
To Ram I turn, this change so new,
To Ram I turn, this rising dew.
My fair face, ah, oh!

Slowly childhood slipped away,
My braid grew long, day by day.
With youthful bloom, my blouse shrinks now,
No dream lover, somehow, somehow!
Did dreams arrive? No, not a trace!
The whole night awake, no embrace!
Tell me, friend, what poison’s this?
A mystery, I cannot dismiss.
My bodice, ah, oh, now undone,
To Ram I turn, the day's begun.
My heart beats fast, a vibrant spark,
To Ram I turn, lost in the dark.
To Ram I turn, what will befall?
To Ram I turn, before my fall.
My fair face, ah, oh, my fair face!
Fair face framed by tresses deep,
To Ram I turn, secrets to keep.
Seventeen fades, eighteen appears,
To Ram I turn, fighting back tears.
Seventeen fades, eighteen appears,
To Ram I turn, fighting back tears.
To Ram I turn, to Ram I turn!