kanghi karne se dukhte mere bal ni maaye
kanghi karne se dukhte mere bal ni maaye
panchhi baithe to dole sari dal ni maaii
ho panchhi baithe to dole sari dal ni maaii
jo main ang chhuaaya pani pani lahra ban ban aaya
jo main ang chhuaaya pani pani lahra ban ban aaya
bal chhal kha ke wo nadiya kam ni maaye
kanghi karne se dukhte mere bal ni maaye
kanghi karne se dukhte mere bal ni maaye
kanghi karne se dukhte mere bal ni maaye
ho chhan chhan chhanke jage khwab ni maaye
ho chhan chhan chhanke jage khwab ni maaye
ho chhan chhan chhanke jage khwab ni maaye
jo main hathi mahndi lagau kaise uska rang chhupau
jo main hathi mahndi lagau kaise uska rang chhupau
hari lagau to ho jaye surkh laal ni maaye
kanghi karne se dukhte mere bal ni maaye
kanghi karne se dukhte mere bal ni maaye
kanghi karne se dukhte mere bal ni maaye
ho panchhi baithe to dole sari dal ni maaii

My tresses ache beneath the comb, oh mother,
My tresses ache beneath the comb.
The branch trembles when the birds alight, oh mother,
The branch trembles when the birds alight.
My touch, it seems, transforms the very stream to waves,
My touch, it seems, transforms the very stream.
With cunning curves, the river hides its depths, oh mother,
My tresses ache beneath the comb.
My tresses ache beneath the comb, oh mother,
My tresses ache beneath the comb.
The dreams and thoughts awaken, ringing clear, oh mother,
The dreams and thoughts awaken.
The dreams and thoughts awaken, oh mother.
Upon my hands, the henna's stain I lay,
Upon my hands, the henna's stain.
How can I hide its hue, its crimson art, oh mother?
My tresses ache beneath the comb.
My tresses ache beneath the comb, oh mother,
My tresses ache beneath the comb.
The branch trembles when the birds alight, oh mother.