ab dar hai kiska pyare gum bhage beta sare
ek rang birangi chidiya ab to lagegi hath hamare
are mara mara ab dar hai kiska pyare
gum bhage beta sare ek rang birangi chidiya
ab to lagegi hath hamare are mara mara

chugti thi chori chori jo mere dil ka dana
ud jati thi tadpa kar nit karke naya bahana
chugti thi chori chori jo mere dil ka dana
ud jati thi tadpa kar nit karke naya bahana
hum ishk me jiske barso se firte the mare mare
ab to lagegi hath hamare are mara mara
thi phul se bulbul se bichdi par ban gayi ab to bigdi
ab garma garam pakegi din rat pyar ki khichdi
ho jiski khatir maine bhi dil jan ke sadke mare
ab lagegi hath hamare are mara mara samjhe

din sat ghadi ke honge satrah ghante ki rate
chup chup kar chand sunega ek chidi chide ki bate
din sat ghadi ke honge satrah ghante ki rate
chup chup kar chand sunega ek chidi chide ki bate
wo jisne khub chalaye hai dil par nakhro ke aare
ab lagegi hath hamare are mara mara
ab dar hai kiska pyare gum bhage beta sare
ek rang birangi chidiya ab to lagegi hath hamare
are mara mara mara re mara re mara re mara

Fear departs, my love, sorrow flees, every one.
A rainbow-hued songbird, now, will be held in my hand.
Oh, captured, captured, fear is gone, my love.
Sorrow flees, every one, a rainbow-hued songbird,
Now, will be held in my hand. Oh, captured, captured.

She pecked, in secret, at the song of my heart,
Flew away, tormenting, daily, with a new excuse.
She pecked, in secret, at the song of my heart,
Flew away, tormenting, daily, with a new excuse.
For whom I wandered, wounded, in love's long years,
Now, will be held in my hand. Oh, captured, captured.
That flower-born nightingale, estranged, now turned defiant,
Now will simmer, hot and sweet, night and day, love's stew.
For whom I sacrificed, my heart and soul,
Now, will be held in my hand. Oh, captured, captured, understand?

The day will be seven hours, the nights seventeen,
The moon will secretly hear the songbird's tale.
The day will be seven hours, the nights seventeen,
The moon will secretly hear the songbird's tale.
She, who wielded the saw of her whims upon my heart,
Now, will be held in my hand. Oh, captured, captured.
Fear departs, my love, sorrow flees, every one.
A rainbow-hued songbird, now, will be held in my hand.
Oh, captured, captured, captured, oh captured, captured, captured, captured, captured.