o leela shila bela moti
o sham indu neelam jyoti
are koi aur hain mujhe bachao
hay re main mar gaya re

aise me aaye koi, mujhko bachaye koi
hay re hay mar gaya
mar gaya jaldi aao
aise me aaye koi, mujhko bachaye
hay re hay mar gaya

daudi haseeno daudo, aise me muh na modo
aa gayi kali bala
o o o o o o
chuha billi ke age
bhage to kaise bhage
duniya se main to chala
hame na bulao kisi aur ko bulao
aji jao ji jao jao jao hui
aise me aaye koi, mujhko bachaye
hay re hay mar gaya

mauj pakdne badha, daldal me aan pada
koi nikalo mujhe
o o o o o
sar pe pahad tuta
mera nashib futa, aake smbhalo mujhe
punam chand jaise diya me tapaa ho
ye hansin maut mar jaau
aise me aaye koi, mujhko bachaye
hay re hay mar gaya

sar chakrane laga, dil bhi ghabdane laga
honto pe dam aa gaya
o o o o o o
data o mere data, koi bhi nahi ata
kisko pukarun bata
haath pakad aa chal
gale lag ja, are yun na aaj sharma huy
aise me aaye koi, mujhko bachaye koi
hay re hay mar gaya
mar gaya jaldi aao
aise me aaye koi, mujhko bachaye
hay re hay mar gaya

Oh, play of light, stone of grace, hour of pearl,
Oh, evening's gleam, moon's indigo swirl.
Someone, anyone, rescue me, I pray,
Alas, I'm lost, I fade away.

If one should come, if one should save,
Alas, I'm lost, within the grave.
Come quick, before I'm gone,
If one should come, before the dawn.
Alas, I'm lost, the dying swan.

Run, beauties, run, do not turn away,
Black fate descends this very day.
Oh, oh, oh, oh...
Like mouse before the cat's cruel gaze,
How can I flee through life's dark maze?
From this world, I slip away.
Don't call for us, call another's name,
Go away, go away, oh the shame.
If one should come, if one should save,
Alas, I'm lost, I seek the grave.

To capture joy, I stepped too deep,
In the mire, my secrets sleep.
Someone, pull me free, I beg,
Oh, oh, oh, oh...
A mountain crashed upon my head,
My destiny, forever fled,
Come and hold me, my plea.
Like moonlit flame, in a lamp's soft gleam,
To die thus, a beautiful dream.
If one should come, if one should save,
Alas, I'm lost, I'm in the grave.

My head begins to spin and reel,
My heart with fear, begins to kneel,
My breath now falters, faint and frail.
Oh, oh, oh, oh...
Giver of all, my only plea,
No one comes to comfort me,
Whom shall I call, to tell my tale?
Take my hand, and gently lead,
Embrace me close, no need to bleed.
If one should come, if one should save,
Alas, I'm lost, now in the grave.
Come quick, before I'm gone,
If one should come, before the dawn.
Alas, I'm lost, the dying swan.