Oh, Baboo, Oh Lala Ji,
My cheeks, a blush of rose, my eyes, a drunken sea,
My cheeks, a blush of rose, my eyes, a drunken sea.
My waist, a tremor, a sway in the light,
My fame, a whisper through the city's night.
To dance and to sing, my destined art,
Baboo, oh Baboo, my name is Gulabo, a beating heart.
My cheeks, a blush of rose, my eyes, a drunken sea,
My cheeks, a blush of rose, my eyes, a drunken sea.
A maiden forlorn, amidst the carnival's gleam,
Alone she stands, a tragic dream.
Sorrow her kin, and hunger her constant friend,
Do not cast upon her your gaze that would offend.
Oh, you handsome ones, you hearts so free,
Lest her name be stained for all to see,
Baboo, oh Baboo, my name is Gulabo, a beating heart.
My cheeks, a blush of rose, my eyes, a drunken sea,
My cheeks, a blush of rose, my eyes, a drunken sea.
You've watched me dance, seen the story unfold,
Now offer some silver, a coin to behold.
Oh, Baboo Ji, listen, oh Baboo Ji, Oh Lala Ji,
My performance ends, I, a song's caravan,
Do not mistake me, a beggar, a dying swan.
Give me the price of my song, the worth of my plea.
Baboo, oh Baboo, my name is Gulabo, a beating heart.
My waist, a tremor, a sway in the light,
My fame, a whisper through the city's night.
To dance and to sing, my destined art,
Baboo, oh Baboo, my name is Gulabo, a beating heart.
My cheeks, a blush of rose, my eyes, a drunken sea,
My cheeks, a blush of rose, my eyes, a drunken sea.
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