raja tohe raja tohe naino se madira pilaye du
raja tohe naino se madira pilaye du
wo prit ka khiladi mager hai anadi
aaja ganv me sikha du
raja tohe naino se madira pilaye du
raja tohe naino se madira pilaye du

chandaniya ki chhyia me chal bahiya dal ke
chandaniya ki chhyia me chal bahiya dal ke
mai rang dhang saiya dikha du tohe pyar ke
mai rang dhang saiya dikha du tohe pyar ke
pyar ke pyar ke pyar ke raja tohe
raja tohe naino se madira pilaye du
raja tohe naino se madira pilaye du

ye jangal me mangal manane ki raate
ye jangal me mangal manane ki raate
nazer se nazeria milane ki raate
nazer se nazeria milane ki raate
ki raate ki raate ki raate raja tohe
raja tohe naino se madira pilaye du
raja tohe naino se madira pilaye du

o prit mori tora diyarava na jane
o prit mori tora diyarava na jane
agan more man ki piyarava na jane
agan more man ki piyarava na jane
na jane na jane na jane

raja tohe raja tohe naino se madira pilaye du
raja tohe naino se madira pilaye du
wo prit ka khiladi mager hai anadi
aaja ganv me sikha du
raja tohe naino se madira pilaye du
raja tohe naino se madira pilaye du

My king, I shall pour you wine from my eyes,
My king, I shall pour you wine from my eyes.
He plays at love, yet knows not the game,
Come, I'll teach you in my village.
My king, I shall pour you wine from my eyes,
My king, I shall pour you wine from my eyes.

Beneath the moon's soft embrace, let's walk, arms entwined,
Beneath the moon's soft embrace, let's walk, arms entwined.
I shall teach you the ways of love, my love,
I shall teach you the ways of love, my love.
Of love, of love, of love, my king,
My king, I shall pour you wine from my eyes,
My king, I shall pour you wine from my eyes.

These nights, celebrating joy in the wild,
These nights, celebrating joy in the wild,
Nights of eyes meeting eyes,
Nights of eyes meeting eyes.
Of nights, of nights, of nights, my king,
My king, I shall pour you wine from my eyes,
My king, I shall pour you wine from my eyes.

Oh, my love knows not your love's dwelling,
Oh, my love knows not your love's dwelling.
The fire of my heart, my beloved, knows not,
The fire of my heart, my beloved, knows not.
Knows not, knows not, knows not.

My king, I shall pour you wine from my eyes,
My king, I shall pour you wine from my eyes.
He plays at love, yet knows not the game,
Come, I'll teach you in my village.
My king, I shall pour you wine from my eyes,
My king, I shall pour you wine from my eyes.