ye titli ye titli aaja nili pili titli
ye rang rangeeli titli ye titli
ye titli chamkile pankho wali
chamkile rango chamkile pankho wali
chamkile rango wali phulo se rang churaye
kaliyo se ras le jaye phulo se rang churaye
kaliyo se ras le jaye rasili titli ye titli

ye hawa pe udhta phul jaise hawa pe udhta phul
ye hawa pe udhta phul jaise hawa pe udhta phul
chhab dikhalaye man lalchaye kisi jatan se hath na aaye
chhab dikhalaye man lalchaye kisi jatan se hath na aaye
chail chabili titli ye titli ye titli
aaja nili pili titli ye rang rangeeli titli ye titli

hey baba hey baba hey data hey data
kya chaman se iska nata kis phool se iski sagai
aati to kaha se aayi chanchal chanchal
chanchal chakili titli ye titli ye titli

A butterfly, a butterfly, come, blue and gold,
This kaleidoscope of wings, a story told.
A butterfly, this butterfly, so bright,
With shimmering wings that catch the light.

With hues that gleam, a painted grace,
She steals the colors from each floral face,
Drinks nectar sweet from buds unfurled,
A butterfly, for all the world.

A flower dancing on the breeze,
A flower dancing, if you please,
A fleeting glimpse, a heart's desire,
Beyond all grasp, it sets the soul afire.
A vision bright, a tempting gleam,
A butterfly, a vibrant dream.
A butterfly, a butterfly, come, blue and gold,
This kaleidoscope of wings, a story told.

Oh, Father, oh, Great Giver, vast and deep,
What bond has she with gardens where secrets sleep?
To which bloom is she betrothed,
From whence she came, this spirit clothed?
A restless soul, a fleeting art,
A butterfly, within the heart.
A butterfly, this butterfly, so free.