Jiya jale, jaan jale
Jiya jale, jaan jale
My heart burns up, my spirit burns up
Nainon tale dhuaan chale dhuaan chale
In my eyes smoke arises, smoke arises
Jiya jale, jaan jale
My heart burns up, my spirit burns up
Nainon tale dhuaan chale dhuaan chale
In my eyes smoke arises, smoke arises
Raat bhar dhuaan chale
All night smoke arises
Jaanoon na jaanoon na jaanoon na sakhi ri
I don't know I don't know, oh friend
I don't know I don't know, oh friend
Jiya jale, jaan jale
My heart burns up, my spirit burns up
Dekhte hai tan mera mann mein chubhti hai nazar
Dekhte hai tan mera mann mein chubhti hai nazar
My body sees, in my heart his glance pierces
Hont sil jaate unke narm honton se magar
My lips seal up against his soft lips, but
Ginti rehti hoon main apni karvaton ke silsile
I remain counting my own chain of tossings and turnings
Kya karoon, kaise kahoon raat kab kaise dhale
What do I do, how can I say, when and how this night ends
Ang ang mein jalti hai dard ki chingaariyaan
Each cell of my body is aflame with sparks of pain
Masle phoolon ki mahek mein titliyon ki kyaariyaan
The fragrance of crushed flowers is like a garden patch of butterflies
Raat bhar bechaari mehndi pisti hai pairon tale
All night the poor henna is getting mashed under my feet
Kya karoon, kaise kahoon raat kab kaise dhale
What do I do, how can I say, when and how this night ends
Jiya jale, jaan jale
My heart burns up, my spirit burns up
Nainon tale dhuaan chale dhuaan chale
In my eyes smoke arises, smoke arises
Ang ang mein jalti hai dard ki chingaariyaan
Each cell of my body is aflame with sparks of pain
Masle phoolon ki mahek mein titliyon ki kyaariyaan
The fragrance of crushed flowers is like a garden patch of butterflies
Raat bhar bechaari mehndi pisti hai pairon tale
All night the poor henna is getting mashed under my feet
Dhuaan chale dhuaan chale
Smoke arises, smoke arises
Raat bhar dhuaan chale
All night smoke arises
Ang ang mein jalti hai dard ki chingaariyaan
Each cell of my body is aflame with sparks of pain
Masle phoolon ki mahek mein titliyon ki kyaariyaan
The fragrance of crushed flowers is like a garden patch of butterflies
Raat bhar bechaari mehndi pisti hai pairon tale
All night the poor henna is getting mashed under my feet
Dhuaan chale
Smoke arises
Ang ang mein jalti hai dard ki chingaariyaan
Each cell of my body is aflame with sparks of pain
Masle phoolon ki mahek mein titliyon ki kyaariyaan
The fragrance of crushed flowers is like a garden patch of butterflies
Raat bhar bechaari mehndi pisti hai pairon tale
All night the poor henna is getting mashed under my feet
Jaanoon na jaanoon na jaanoon na sakhi ri
I don't know I don't know, oh friend
Ang ang mein jalti hai dard ki chingaariyaan
Each cell of my body is aflame with sparks of pain
Masle phoolon ki mahek mein titliyon ki kyaariyaan
The fragrance of crushed flowers is like a garden patch of butterflies
Raat bhar bechaari mehndi pisti hai pairon tale
All night the poor henna is getting mashed under my feet
Jiya jale, jiya jale, jaan jale
My heart burns up, my heart burns up, my spirit burns up
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