lagi manva ke bich katari ki mara gaya
ki mara gaya brahmachari
lagi manva ke bich katari ki mara gaya
ki mara gaya brahmachari
kaisi zulmi kaisi zulmi banayi taine nari
ki mara gaya ki mara gaya brahmachari

aisa ghungharu payaliya ka chhanka haay re chhanka
mori mala me atak gaya manka haay re manka
mai to bhula prabhu, mai to bhula prabhu sudh budh sari
ki mara gaya ki mara gaya brahmachari
kaisi zulmi kaisi zulmi banayi taine nari
ki mara gaya brahmachari

koi chachal koi matavali hai matavali hai
koi natkhat koi bholi bhali hai bholi bhali hai
kabhi dekhi na thi, hay kabhi dekhi na thi aisi phulvari
ki mara gaya ki mara gaya brahmachari

badi jatano sadh banayi thi haan banayi thi
meri baraso ki puny kamayi thi haan kamayi thi
taine pal me hay taine pal me bhasam kar dari
ki mara gaya ki mara gaya brahmachari
kaisi zulmi kaisi zulmi banayi taine nari
ki mara gaya ki mara gaya brahmachari

mohe bavala bana gayi va ki batiyan haan batiyan
mose katati nahi hai ab ratiya haan ratiya
padi sar pe, hay padi sar pe bipat ati bhari
ki mara gaya ki mara gaya brahmachari

mohe un bin kachhu na suhaye re
more akhiyo ke age laharaye re
gore mukhade pe hay gore mukhade pe lat kari kari
ki mara gaya ki mara gaya brahmachari
kaisi zulmi kaisi zulmi banayi taine nari
ki mara gaya ki mara gaya brahmachari

A dagger plunged within the heart, he fell,
Fell, the celibate, by a cruel spell.
A dagger plunged within the heart, he fell,
Fell, the celibate, a story to tell.
How cruel, how cruel, to fashion woman's guise,
Fell he, fell he, before her eyes.

The tinkling bells, the anklets' chime, ah, chime,
A pearl entwined within the rosary's climb.
I forgot my Lord, I forgot, lost to all care,
Fell he, fell he, beyond compare.
How cruel, to fashion woman's guise,
Fell he, the celibate, beneath her skies.

Some are flitting, some are drunk with glee,
Some are mischievous, some innocence see.
Never before, alas, never did I see,
Such a garden, wild and free.
Fell he, fell he, for all eternity.

With great effort, a saint I did become, yes, become,
My years of virtue, overcome, yes, overcome.
In a moment, alas, in a moment, she did burn,
Fell he, fell he, from which he cannot return.
How cruel, how cruel, to fashion woman's guise,
Fell he, fell he, before her eyes.

She drove me mad, with words so sweet, yes, so sweet,
Now the nights are long, my soul cannot meet, yes, meet.
Upon my head, alas, upon my head, a storm to greet,
Fell he, fell he, the bitter defeat.

Without her, nothing pleases me, oh no,
Before my eyes, her presence now does flow,
On her fair face, alas, on her fair face, the dark hair's flow,
Fell he, fell he, of what he did not know,
How cruel, how cruel, to fashion woman's guise,
Fell he, fell he, before her eyes.