Nach Lei Kabootriye

Come, O beautiful one, come `[Ni: a gender-specific vocative used to address a woman directly]`

Adorn your feet with those anklets, my beautiful one

Come, O beautiful one, come `[Ni: a gender-specific vocative used to address a woman directly]`

Adorn your feet with those anklets, my beautiful one

I shall chant `[Boliya: traditional rhythmic couplets sung at celebrations]` in your name

Dance for me, my graceful dove `[Kabootriye: literally pigeon/dove, a term of endearment for a graceful girl]`

I will feed you grain from my very palms

Dance for me, my graceful dove

I will feed you grain from my very palms

Dance for me, my graceful dove

You go about soaring high in the boundless skies

And I, too, have pulled out all the stops in my preparations

And I, too, have pulled out all the stops in my preparations

You go about soaring high in the boundless skies

And I, too, have pulled out all the stops in my preparations

And I, too, have pulled out all the stops in my preparations

I shall turn my heart into a `[Chhatri: a raised umbrella-like perch used to lure and house pet pigeons]` for you

Dance for me, my graceful dove

I will feed you grain from my very palms

Dance for me, my graceful dove

I will feed you grain from my very palms

Dance for me, my graceful dove

Both of your blue eyes are intoxicating

They say everything without uttering a single word

They say everything without uttering a single word

Both of your blue eyes are intoxicating

They say everything without uttering a single word

They say everything without uttering a single word

I shall shower flowers upon the paths you tread

Dance for me, my graceful dove

I will feed you grain from my very palms

Dance for me, my graceful dove

I will feed you grain from my very palms

Dance for me, my graceful dove

How can I call you the Moon? You are lovelier than the Moon itself

There shall never be another like you

There shall never be another like you

How can I call you the Moon? You are lovelier than the Moon itself

There shall never be another like you

There shall never be another like you

I shall sing you a song written by Siwia `[Self-reference to the lyricist Hardev Dilshah Siwia]`

Dance for me, my graceful dove

I will feed you grain from my very palms

Dance for me, my graceful dove

I will feed you grain from my very palms

Dance for me, my graceful dove