oye hoye
gore haatho par naa julm karo
hajir hai ye banda hukm karo
tumhari kanvari kalayi ko daag na lage
gore haatho par naa julm karo
hajir hai ye banda hukm karo

jan-e-man in hatho me to
mehandi ka rang lagaana hai
hey pyar ki rangat se
tera najuk ang ang sajana hai
hai kaun see aisee majburi
jo husn kare yeh majaduri
tumhari kanvari kalai ko

mehalo ki tum rani ho
main prit nagar kaa shehjada
bant le ham kyo na
dono dhan apna aadha aadha
ham kaam kare tum raaj karo
manjur to haath pe haath dharo
tumhari kanvaari kalai ko

gusse me jo ulajhi hai aao to wo lat main sulajha du
haay chhede jo julfe teree uss shokh hawa ko rukva du
dekho naa yun aankhe mal mal ke
pad jaayenge dhabbe kajal ke
tumhari kanvaari kalaayi ko

Ah, my beloved,

Do not burden those fair hands.
This humble servant, I am here, command!
Let no mark mar your maiden wrist,
Do not burden those fair hands.
This humble servant, I am here, command!

My soul, upon these hands,
Mehndi's crimson must reside.
Oh, with love's hue,
Each delicate limb must be adorned.
What compulsion could compel,
Beauty to undertake such toil?
Your maiden wrist, a canvas.

You, the queen of a palace grand,
I, prince of love's own land.
Why not share, then,
Our fortunes, half to half?
Let me labor, you hold court,
If you consent, place hand in hand.
Your maiden wrist, a prize.

In anger's coil, your locks entwine,
Let me unravel them, make them fine.
Oh, I would stay the playful breeze,
That dares to touch your tresses' ease.
Do not, oh, rub your eyes so,
Lest kohl's stain on you should grow.
Your maiden wrist, a pearl.