ye mat janiyo tum bichude mohe chain
jaise ban ki lakdi sulagti ho din rain
kajre ki bati asuwan ke tel me
aali mai har gayi ankhiyan ke khel me
kajre ki bati asuwan ke tel me
aali mai har gayi ankhiyan ke khel me
kajre ki bati

chanchal se naino me kajal ko aanj kar
bikhri in palko me rajni ko bandh kar
sinduri aachal me taro ko tak kar
adhro ke pyalo me chumban ko dhal kar
atka kar sabke man preet ki gulel me
mari na jau kahi apne hi is khel me
sapne hi tut gaye is tal mel me
aali mai har gayi ankhiyan ke khel me
kajre ki bati

tan ki surahi me yowan ki hala
chitwan me madhoshi ango me jwala
chal chal chalke jo madira ka pyala
gori tu lage hai puri madhushala
nasha hi nasha hai in anguri bel me
pyala or madira in dono ke mel me
nasha hi nasha hai in anguri bel me
virah ke phul hai jiwan ki bel me
aali mai har gayi ankhiyan ke khel me
kajre ki bati

Do not think that in parting, I find peace,
Like forest wood that smolders, never to cease.
The kohl's wick, in tears' oil it lies,
Oh friend, I'm lost in my own eyes.
The kohl's wick.

In restless eyes, I've lined with kohl so deep,
And scattered night within these lashes to keep.
With crimson shawl, I gaze upon the stars,
And in my lips, I pour the kisses afar.
Entangled all in love's sweet snare,
May I not perish in this game I dare?
The dreams all shattered, in this fateful snare,
Oh friend, I'm lost in my own eyes' despair.
The kohl's wick.

In my body's flask, youth's heady wine,
In glances, a rapture, in limbs, a fire's design.
The cup overflows, wine's sweet flow,
Fair one, you seem a tavern to know.
Intoxication alone in the vineyard's vine,
The cup and the wine, their essence entwined.
Separation's flowers in youth's climbing twine,
Intoxication alone in the vineyard's design.
Oh friend, I'm lost in my own eyes' decline.
The kohl's wick.