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CHORUS:
Hase naal se jalaava phul mariya
Gore gal utte neel piya
Jiven surma sindhoor vich khilariya
Gore gal utte neel piya
Kala poour ju gulabi phul utte beh gaya
(hoye hoye hoye hoye)
Jiven puniya de chan vich daag pe gaya
(hoye hoye hoye hoye)
Jirda sade kolon janda na savariya
Binna kajale di akhan kajliyan teriya
Aj ambaran nu laun angardaiyan teriya
Tera rang-roop Rab ne nikhariya
Kale pouran diyan jeeban utte sap lard gaye
Chunni vekh ke phisaliyan de te tham char gaye
Tuha Phulan ne machiye haal pariya
Jiven koomda hava de vich laal kaghara
Jadon nachdi, dhamala pave laal kagra
Kali gutt ne sapan da roop tariya
In jest (hase naal) I threw a flower (phul)
It made a bruise (neel) on her fair (gore) cheek (gal)
Like surma (black eyeliner) spread in red poweder (sindhoor)
It made a bruise on her fair cheek
Like a black (kala) bee (poour) sitting on a pink (gulabi) flower
Like a stain (daag) on the face of the full moon (purnima chand)
That which (jirda) I can not make go away
(savariya=decorate, make it look good again)
Without (binna) eyeliner (kajal), your eyes (akhan) are lined.
Today (aj) when you stretch (angardai), you touch the sky (ambar)
Your beauty (rang-roop) God (Rab) has decorated (nikhariya)
(not sure of this one, my interpretation)
The black bees were speechless, as if a snake (sap) had bit their tongue (jeeban)
On seeing your bruise, the phisaliyan(?) hearts stopped (tham char gaye)
Even the flowers (phulan) cried with pain (tuha)
The way the red (laal) skirt (kagra) twirls in the air (hava)
When (Jadon) she dances (nachdi), the red skirt dances the dhamaal too,
And the black (kali) braid (gutt) takes on the form of a snake (sap)
CHORUS:
Hase naal se jalaava phul mariya
Gore gal utte neel piya
Jiven surma sindhoor vich khilariya
Gore gal utte neel piya
Kala poour ju gulabi phul utte beh gaya
(hoye hoye hoye hoye)
Jiven puniya de chan vich daag pe gaya
(hoye hoye hoye hoye)
Jirda sade kolon janda na savariya
Binna kajale di akhan kajliyan teriya
Aj ambaran nu laun angardaiyan teriya
Tera rang-roop Rab ne nikhariya
Kale pouran diyan jeeban utte sap lard gaye
Chunni vekh ke phisaliyan de te tham char gaye
Tuha Phulan ne machiye haal pariya
Jiven koomda hava de vich laal kaghara
Jadon nachdi, dhamala pave laal kagra
Kali gutt ne sapan da roop tariya
In jest (hase naal) I threw a flower (phul)
It made a bruise (neel) on her fair (gore) cheek (gal)
Like surma (black eyeliner) spread in red poweder (sindhoor)
It made a bruise on her fair cheek
Like a black (kala) bee (poour) sitting on a pink (gulabi) flower
Like a stain (daag) on the face of the full moon (purnima chand)
That which (jirda) I can not make go away
(savariya=decorate, make it look good again)
Without (binna) eyeliner (kajal), your eyes (akhan) are lined.
Today (aj) when you stretch (angardai), you touch the sky (ambar)
Your beauty (rang-roop) God (Rab) has decorated (nikhariya)
(not sure of this one, my interpretation)
The black bees were speechless, as if a snake (sap) had bit their tongue (jeeban)
On seeing your bruise, the phisaliyan(?) hearts stopped (tham char gaye)
Even the flowers (phulan) cried with pain (tuha)
The way the red (laal) skirt (kagra) twirls in the air (hava)
When (Jadon) she dances (nachdi), the red skirt dances the dhamaal too,
And the black (kali) braid (gutt) takes on the form of a snake (sap)
