gori presan hai kali presan hai
gori presan hai kali presan hai
are gharwale se gharwali presan hai
gori presan hai kali presan hai
gori presan hai kali presan hai

kali ka miya bole mujhko tujhpe naj hai
kali ka miya bole mujhko tujhpe naj hai
tikhe tikhe naina tere koyal si awaz hai
kali rat me to pyar pyar kiya jaye
kala rang hi to buri najar se bachaye
kali khus ho gayi aisi bate sun ke
ho kali ko pata nahi piya ki harkate
dil hi dil me wahi uski hasrate
kali ka anchal chahat se khali
gori presan hai kali presan hai
gori presan hai kali presan hai

gori ka piya bole gori ko chandaniya
gori ka piya bole gori ko chandaniya
bole mere jaisi nahi kisi ki dulahaniya
bhini bhini khusbu tere badan se jo aye
madhuban bhi tere age fika najar aye
gori khus ho gayi aisi bate sun ke
kaha piya pyar kare wo to paiso pe mare
gine wo note hare apni jeb paiso se bhare
jal jal ke gori ho gayi kali
gori presan hai kali presan hai
are gori presan hai kali presan hai
are gharwale se gharwali presan hai
gori presan hai kali presan hai
are gori presan hai kali presan hai

The fair one is troubled, the dark one distressed,
The fair one is troubled, the dark one distressed.
Ah, by their spouses, both are oppressed,
The fair one is troubled, the dark one distressed,
The fair one is troubled, the dark one distressed.

The dark one's man, he proclaims with a boast,
"Upon you, my love, I lavish the most.
Your eyes, so sharp, a raven's dark grace,
Your voice like a nightingale's, time cannot erase.
In the dark of night, we whisper of love,
And the ebony hue, from evil, we shove."
The dark one rejoiced, by such words caressed,
But of her lover's deeds, she was unblessed.
In her heart, the same longing that never ceased,
Her heart's desires, by darkness suppressed.
The dark one's veil, of love, it was bereft.
The fair one is troubled, the dark one distressed,
The fair one is troubled, the dark one distressed.

The fair one's man, he tells her, his light,
"My fair one, like moonlight, shining so bright.
Like no other bride, you are, my sweet dove."
"The fragrance you give, a scent of sweet love.
Before you, the forest, a pale, fading hue."
The fair one rejoiced, by such words she knew,
Her husband's love, bought and sold in the fray,
His love, a cold business, of money's display.
He counted the notes, that green cascade,
While she burned with envy, fading in shade.
By fire of jealousy, her soul was distressed.
The fair one is troubled, the dark one distressed,
Ah, the fair one is troubled, the dark one distressed,
Ah, by their spouses, both are oppressed,
The fair one is troubled, the dark one distressed,
Ah, the fair one is troubled, the dark one distressed.