matwaali naar thumak thumak chali jaye
matwaali naar thumak thumak chali jaye
in kadmo pe kis ka jiya na jhuk jaye
in kadmo pe kis ka jiya na jhuk jaye
matwaali naar thumak thumak chali jaye

phul badan mukhda yu damke
phul badan mukhda yu damke
baadal me jyo bijali chamke
geet suna ke tu chham chham ke
geet suna ke tu chham chham ke
lalchaaye, chhup jaye, aay haay
matwaali naar thumak thumak chali jaye
in kadmo pe kis ka jiya na jhuk jaye
in kadmo pe kis ka jiya na jhuk jaye

ye chanchal kajrari aankhe
ye chanchal kajrari aankhe
ye chitchor shikari aankhe
gayi dil cheer katari aankhe
gayi dil cheer katari aankhe
muskaye, shamaye, jhuk jaye
matwaali naar thumak thumak chali jaye
in kadmo pe kis ka jiya na jhuk jaye
in kadmo pe kis ka jiya na jhuk jaye

aa mil ke hum dhum macha de
aa mil ke hum dhum macha de
sapne sach kar ke dikhla de
is duniya ko geet sikha de
is duniya ko geet sikha de
jag dole, sang hole, aur bole
matwaali naar thumak thumak chali jaye
in kadmo pe kis ka jiya na jhuk jaye
in kadmo pe kis ka jiya na jhuk jaye
matwaali naar thumak thumak chali jaye

She, the intoxicated one, dances forth,
She, the intoxicated one, dances forth,
Before her steps, whose heart would not bow low?
Before her steps, whose heart would not bow low?
She, the intoxicated one, dances forth.

Her floral form, her face, a radiant bloom,
Her floral form, her face, a radiant bloom,
Like lightning flashing through the cloudy gloom.
Singing songs, she moves with playful chime,
Singing songs, she moves with playful chime,
Enticing, concealing, ah, so fine.
She, the intoxicated one, dances forth,
Before her steps, whose heart would not bow low?
Before her steps, whose heart would not bow low?

These restless eyes, lined with kohl's dark art,
These restless eyes, lined with kohl's dark art,
These thieving hunters that steal the heart.
Her eyes, a dagger, cleaving through the soul,
Her eyes, a dagger, cleaving through the soul,
Smiling, blushing, making hearts take toll.
She, the intoxicated one, dances forth,
Before her steps, whose heart would not bow low?
Before her steps, whose heart would not bow low?

Come, let us revel, let us make our play,
Come, let us revel, let us make our play,
And manifest our dreams in bright array.
Teach songs to this world, its every part,
Teach songs to this world, its every part,
The world shall sway, join hands, and sing the art.
She, the intoxicated one, dances forth,
Before her steps, whose heart would not bow low?
Before her steps, whose heart would not bow low?
She, the intoxicated one, dances forth.