liye matakiya chali bahutiya
bandh pajaniya pao me cham cham chamki sune
chamkiya ghane kadam ki chaao me
are nakte bhai isliye toh
kehne wale sach kah gaye hai husn bhara hai gaavo me
kehne wale sach kah gaye hai husn bhara hai gaavo me
husn bhara hai gaao me haye gaavo me haye gaavo me
husn bhara hai gaao me haye gaavo me haye gaavo me
kehne wale sach kah gaye hai husn bhara hai gaavo me

ek nariya bhini bhini uske andar chand sa mukhda
are najre teer chalave chupke ghani lato me dil hai jakda
mitti si muskaan dikha ke namak na chidko gaavo pe
kehne wale sach kah gaye hai husn bhara hai gaavo me
kehne wale sach kah gaye hai husn bhara hai gaavo me
husn bhara hai gaao me haye gaavo me haye gaavo me
husn bhara hai gaao me haye gaavo me haye gaavo me
kehne wale sach kah gaye hai husn bhara hai gaavo me

are meri bhi sun are dekhi maine bahut chhokariya
lali powder wali re are tan ki sab hai ujali ujali
mann ki kaali kaali re
are chee chee chee kaali kaali ekdam
bada maja hai bholi bhali gori ki adao me
kehne wale sach kah gaye hai husn bhara hai gaavo me
kehne wale sach kah gaye hai husn bhara hai gaavo me
husn bhara hai gaao me haye gaavo me haye gaavo me
husn bhara hai gaao me haye gaavo me haye gaavo me
kehne wale sach kah gaye hai husn bhara hai gaavo me

A maiden walks, pitcher in hand,
Anklets chime, a whisper on the land.
Her steps, a rhythm in the shadows deep,
A truth revealed, while secrets sleep.
They spoke of beauty, a village's embrace,
They spoke of beauty, in this sacred place.
Beauty abounds, oh village, heart's delight,
Beauty abounds, in the day and night.
They spoke of beauty, a village's embrace.

A woman's form, a moon within her grace,
Eyes like arrows, in a hidden space,
A heart ensnared, by tresses' hold,
A tender smile, a story to be told.
Do not salt the wounds, let kindness flow,
They spoke of beauty, a village's glow,
They spoke of beauty, in this sacred place.
Beauty abounds, oh village, heart's delight,
Beauty abounds, in the day and night.
They spoke of beauty, a village's embrace.

I've seen so many, the city's fleeting gleam,
Rouge and powder, a hollow dream.
Fair of skin, but darkness in the soul,
A hollow shell, beyond control.
But oh, the joy, in innocence found,
In the simple grace, on hallowed ground.
They spoke of beauty, a village's embrace,
They spoke of beauty, in this sacred place.
Beauty abounds, oh village, heart's delight,
Beauty abounds, in the day and night.
They spoke of beauty, a village's embrace.