jude me gajra mat baandho, mera geet mahak jayega
jude me gajra mat baandho, mera geet mahak jayega
meri prit sulag jaayegi, mera pyaar chhalak jayega
jude me gajra mat baandho, mera geet mahak jayega

jitni najar jhukaaogi tum utni najar lagegi
jitni najar jhukaaogi tum utni najar lagegi
naino me kajra mat daalo, naino me kajra mat daalo
koi raah bhatak jaayega
jude me gajra mat baandho, mera geet mahak jayega
meri prit sulag jaayegi, mera pyaar chhalak jayega
jude me gajra mat baandho, mera geet mahak jayega

jab tum leti ho angdaai
dil ki dhadkan badh jaati hai
jab tum leti ho angdaai
dil ki dhadkan badh jaati hai
pairo me ghunghru mat baandho
pairo me ghunghru mat baandho
koi raah bhatak jaayegaa
jude me gajra mat baandho, mera geet mahak jayega
meri prit sulag jaayegi, mera pyaar chhalak jayega
jude me gajra mat baandho, mera geet mahak jayega

tere ango ki thirakan me pyaase geeto kaa sargam hai
tere ango ki thirakan me pyaase geeto kaa sargam hai
saj-dhaj kar itnaa mat dolo
saj-dhaj kar itnaa mat dolo
koi raag bahak jaayegaa
jude me gajra mat baandho, mera geet mahak jayega
meri prit sulag jaayegi, mera pyaar chhalak jayega
jude me gajra mat baandho, mera geet mahak jayega

Do not bind the garland in your hair, my song will bloom,
Do not bind the garland in your hair, my song will bloom,
Your love will smolder, my passion overflow,
Do not bind the garland in your hair, my song will bloom.

The more you lower your gaze, the more eyes will fall,
The more you lower your gaze, the more eyes will fall,
Do not darken your eyes with kohl, do not darken your eyes with kohl,
Lest a soul should lose its way,
Do not bind the garland in your hair, my song will bloom,
Your love will smolder, my passion overflow,
Oh, do not bind the garland in your hair, my song will bloom.

When you stretch, when you stretch,
The heart's beat quickens,
When you stretch, when you stretch,
The heart's beat quickens,
Do not tie bells upon your feet,
Do not tie bells upon your feet,
Lest some music catch fire,
Do not bind the garland in your hair, my song will bloom,
Your love will smolder, my passion overflow,
Oh, do not bind the garland in your hair, my song will bloom.

In the sway of your limbs, the thirsty melodies,
In the sway of your limbs, the thirsty melodies,
Do not adorn yourself so, do not adorn yourself so,
Lest some tune be lost,
Do not bind the garland in your hair, my song will bloom,
Your love will smolder, my passion overflow,
Oh, do not bind the garland in your hair, my song will bloom.