mai pital kee payaliya bhee pehanu jo panv me
sone kaa bhav sone kaa bhav gir jaye
shishe kaa bhee nag jo chadha lu nathaniya me
hire kaa bhav hire kaa bhav gir jaye
pital kee payaliya bhee pehanu jo panv me

meraa singar yahee surat hai meree
surat bhee kya khubasurat hai meree
gahano kee mujhako jarurat nahee hai
gahano ko shayad jarurat ho meree
mai ang apne jisako sajau usaka nasib khil jaye
mai pital kee payaliya bhee pehanu jo panv me

ye pyar meraa tujhe mehanga padega tu
mol kya mere dil kaa chukaye
wo har mere gale kaa banega jo pyar me jan par khel jaye
meree najar se gir jaye jo dil sholo me vahee ghir jaye
mai pital kee payaliya bhee pehanu jo panv me

If brass anklets grace my feet,
Gold's allure will surely deplete.
If winter's stone adorns my nose ring's gleam,
Diamond's value will lose its sheen.
If brass anklets grace my feet.

My beauty is my only adornment,
A loveliness, a sweetishment.
No jewels do I truly crave,
Perhaps jewels yearn for my wave.
The limbs I dress, their fortunes ignite,
If brass anklets grace my feet.

My love's a cost you can't quite bear,
What price can you place on my heart's fair?
The victor, in love, who risks his all,
Will wear the necklace 'round my thrall.
He who falls from my gaze, in flames will weep,
If brass anklets grace my feet.