aap ke anurodh pe main ye geet sunata hu
main ye geet sunata hu
aap ke anurodh pe main ye geet sunata hu
main ye geet sunata hu
apne dil ki bato se, aap ka dil bahlata hu
aap ke anurodh pe

mat puchho auro ke dukh me, ye prem kavi kyu rota hai
mat puchho auro ke dukh me, ye prem kavi kyu rota hai
bas chot kisi ko lagti hai, aur dard kisi ko hota hai
dur kahi koyi darpan tute, tadap ke main rah jata hu
aap ke anurodh pe main ye geet sunata hu
main ye geet sunata hu

tarif mai jiski karta hu, tarif mai jiski karta hu
kya roop hai wo, kya khushbu hai
kuchh baat nahi aisi koi, ye ek suro ka jadu hai
koyal ki ek kuk se sabke, man mein huk uthata hu
aap ke anurodh pe main ye geet sunata hu
main ye geet sunata hu

main pahne phirta hu jo, wo janjire kaise banti hain
main pahne phirta hu jo, wo janjire kaise banti hain
ye bhed bata du geeto me, tasvire kaise banti hain
sundar hotho ki lali se, main rang roop churata hu
aap ke anurodh pe main ye geet sunata hu
main ye geet sunata hu
apne dil ki bato se, aap ka dil bahlata hu
aap ke anurodh pe

At your request, I sing this song,
I sing this song,
At your request, I sing this song,
I sing this song,
With the words of my heart, I soothe your heart,
At your request.

Do not ask why this love-poet weeps,
In the sorrow of others, do not ask,
Only a wound afflicts one, but pain pierces all,
A distant mirror shatters, and I am left yearning,
At your request, I sing this song,
I sing this song.

The praise I sing of, the praise I sing of,
What beauty, what fragrance it holds,
There is nothing like it, it is the magic of sound,
With the cry of the cuckoo, I stir the soul of all,
At your request, I sing this song,
I sing this song.

The chains I wear, how are they forged,
The chains I wear, how are they made,
I reveal this secret in my songs, how are pictures painted,
From the blush of beautiful lips, I steal color and form,
At your request, I sing this song,
I sing this song,
With the words of my heart, I soothe your heart,
At your request.