pagal mujhe bana gaya hai siti baja ke
chakkar koyi chala gaya hai siti baja ke
soyi thi main jaga gaya hai siti baja ke
nindein meri uda gaya hai siti baja ke

pagal mujhe bana gayi hai siti baja ke
chakkar koi chala gayi hai siti baja ke
soya tha main jaga gayi hai siti baja ke
nindein meri uda gayi hai siti baja ke
pagal mujhe bana gaya hai siti baja ke

masti se bhari tu mast badi
teri zulf khuli khushbu si udi
jab aankh ladi ek jang chhidi
tu zid pe adi ziddi hai badi
main udati pavan saavan ki jhadi
moti ki ladi hire se jadi
jab raat huyi phir baat badhi
mere dil pe padi jaadu ki chhadi
jaadu koi chala gayi hai siti baja ke
mere hosh tu uda gayi hai siti baja ke
pagal mujhe bana gaya hai siti baja ke

dilbar hai mera chitachor bada
mere pichhe pada dil leke udha
dikhane mein bada hai tu chikana ghada
main haar gayi ankhiyon ko lada
main likha padha mujhko na padha
nakhre na dikha gussa na chadha
tere raste mein hun main kabse khada
baahon mein tu aa chal haath badha
ho hathkadiyaan tu laga gaya hai siti baja ke
mera yaar mujhpe chha gaya hai siti baja ke
pagal mujhe bana gaya hai siti baja ke

He drove me mad, with a whistle's call,
A phantom spun, then let me fall.
I slept, then woke, at the sound's thrall,
My slumber lost, beyond recall.

She drove me mad, with a whistle's tune,
A whirlwind passed, beneath the moon.
I slept, then woke, too soon, too soon,
My slumber fled, arriving soon.
He drove me mad, with a whistle's call.

Intoxicated, you, so free,
Your unbound hair, a fragrant decree.
When eyes met, a battle, wild and glee,
You, stubborn, fueled by destiny.
I, a shower of monsoon's breeze,
A pearl necklace, diamond trees.
When night descended, words did seize,
A magic wand, upon my ease.
A spell cast, by the whistle's sway,
My senses lost, and swept away,
He drove me mad, with a whistle's play.

Lover, thief of hearts, a bold affair,
Chasing after me, beyond compare.
Smooth of skin, a deceiving snare,
I lost the fight, in glances rare.
I, well-read, you failed to read,
No tantrums thrown, no anger freed.
In your path, I've taken heed,
Come to my arms, your hand decreed.
Shackles bound, by the whistle's art,
My friend, upon my captured heart,
He drove me mad, with a whistle's start.