koi aan bechata hai koi shan bechata hai
koi aan bechata hai koi shan bechata hai
kya kya jahan mein tauba insan bechata hai
main phul bechati hu main phul bechati hu
main hu phulwali
main phul bechati hu main phul bechati hu
main hu phulwali
ho janabe aali main phul bechati hu
main phul bechati hu main hu phulwali

bhagwan ki ho puja o
bhagwan ki ho puja ya pyar ke ishare
hote hai iss jahan me phul se kaam sare
dulhe ne bandha phulo ka sehra dulhan phulo ki mala
main hu phulwali main phul bechati hu
main hu phulwali main phul bechati hu

kis kam ki ye bindiya o
kis kam ki ye bindiya kis kam ka ye kajra
solah singhar pe hain bhari ye ek kajra
jo ye lagaye sajan ko ye bhaye gori ho ya kali
main hu phulwali main phul bechati hu
main hu phulwali main phul bechati hu

ek roj ek ladka o
ek roj ek ladka phul le gaya tha
jate huye wo haske dil apna de gya tha
socha na samjha kha baithi dhokha main thi bholi bhali
main phul bechati hu
koi aan bechata hai koi shan bechata hai
kya kya jahan me tauba insan bechata hai
main phul bechati hu main phul bechati hu
main phul bechati hu

Some trade honor, some trade glory,
Some trade dignity, some sell story.
Oh, what all does the world see sold
By Man, a story often told.
I sell flowers, I sell flowers,
I am the flower girl, in life’s hours.
I sell flowers, I sell flowers,
I am the flower girl, with all my powers.
Oh, noble friend, I sell flowers, I am the flower girl.
I sell flowers, I am the flower girl.

For worship of God, oh,
For the language of love, a tender vow,
In this world of ours, flowers play their role, somehow.
The groom’s garland, a fragrant crown,
The bride's garland, beauty known.
I am the flower girl, I sell flowers,
I am the flower girl, in life’s hours.

What use is this bindi, oh?
What use is this kohl, a darker glow?
Sixteen adornments, a heavy show,
But one flower adorns, bestows.
If worn for the beloved, fair or dark,
I am the flower girl, I leave my mark.
I am the flower girl, I sell flowers,
I am the flower girl, in life’s hours.

One day, a boy, oh,
One day, a boy took flowers from me, so.
As he left, with a smile, his heart he did bestow,
Without thought, I, innocent, did let him go.
I sell flowers, I sell flowers,
Some trade honor, some trade glory,
Oh, what all does the world see sold,
By Man, a story often told.
I sell flowers, I sell flowers,
I am the flower girl, with all my powers.
I sell flowers, I sell flowers,