phulo ke saath dil bhi khil jate babu
tere mere naina mil jate babu
haye re haye kis baat pe tujhko gussa aa gaya
ha ha phulo ke saath dil bhi khil jate babu
tere mere naina mil jate babu
haye re haye kis baat pe tujhko gussa aa gaya
ha ha phulo ke saath dil bhi khil jate babu

ham to raji the tir khane pe ham to raji the tir khane pe
aan baithe the khud nishane pe fer li kyo tune aankhe
bol bol bol bol jakhme jigar shayad sil jate babu
jakhme jigar shayad sil jate babu
haye re haye kis baat pe tujhko gussa aa gaya
ha ha phulo ke saath dil bhi khil jate babu

ram jane tum kaise dilbar ho ram jane tum kaise dilbar ho
kon parvat ke koi pathar ho aadmi hote to jate
dol dol dol dol apni jagah se tum hil jate babu
apni jagah se tum hil jate babu
haye re haye kis baat pe tujhko gussa aa gaya
ha ha phulo ke saath dil bhi khil jate babu

kya majaa aaya ruth kar raja kya majaa aaya ruth kar raja
pyar aaya tha tut kar raja ruk gaye ham do kadam pe
dur dur dur dur dharti ambar mil jate babu
dharti ambar mil jate babu
haye re haye kis baat pe tujhko gussa aa gaya
ha ha phulo ke saath dil bhi khil jate babu
tere mere naina mil jate babu
haye re haye gussa aa gaya

With blossoms, hearts bloom, my love,
Our eyes would meet, a heavens above.
Alas, alas, on what has anger grown?
Ah, with blossoms, hearts bloom, my love,
Our eyes would meet, a heavens above.
Alas, alas, on what has anger grown?
Ah, with blossoms, hearts bloom, my love.

I was content to bear the arrow's sting,
I was content, to meet the arrow's wing.
Why have you turned your gaze away,
Speak, speak, speak, the heart's wound may be sealed, my love,
The heart's wound may be sealed, my love.
Alas, alas, on what has anger grown?
Ah, with blossoms, hearts bloom, my love.

Lord knows what kind of darling you may be,
Lord knows, a stone from mountain's decree.
Had you been mortal, it would be,
Shake, shake, shake, from your place you would move, my love,
From your place you would move, my love.
Alas, alas, on what has anger grown?
Ah, with blossoms, hearts bloom, my love.

What joy to sulk, my king, what joy to see,
Love came to break, yet stayed we,
We paused, two steps, a moment's hold,
Far, far, far, earth and sky would meet, my love,
Earth and sky would meet, my love.
Alas, alas, on what has anger grown?
Ah, with blossoms, hearts bloom, my love,
Our eyes would meet, a heavens above.
Alas, alas, anger has grown.