It takes a little silk,
it takes a little glass
Diamonds and pearls come together,
it takes a little gold
Such a fair body is then made
applying the ailment of love to the heart, wounds need to be made
With a bleeding heart the flowers of desire have to blossom
soone jigar se armaanon ke phool khilane padte hain
Thousands of pains arise, so many thorns pierce
A flower garden is then made
Laughing, you haven't even had two words, you've already become a lover
First ask their price, then take my arms
pehele inka mol to puchho fir pakdo hamri baiyan
Heart, money, the world, when one loses all three in love
He then becomes my lover