o phul chunne wale tu khud hi gulab hai
phulo se badhke bag me tere sabab hai

ada se muskuraye ja qayamate jagaye ja
ada se muskuraye ja qayamate jagaye ja
jara idhar bhi ek najar o bekhabar ho ek najar
tadap raha hai ek dil hasaye ja hasaye ja
ada se muskuraye ja qayamate jagaye ja
ada se muskuraye ja qayamate jagaye ja

jara sambhal sambhal ke chal kamar me pad rahe hai bal
ye imtihane ishk hai dilo ko aazmaye ja
ada se muskuraye ja qayamate jagaye ja
ada se muskuraye ja qayamate jagaye ja

ye arz hai huzur se na dekho yu garur se
ye arz hai huzur se na dekho yu garur se
garur to fareb hai fareb ko mitaye ja
ada se muskuraye ja qayamate jagaye ja
ada se muskuraye ja qayamate jagaye ja

O, flower picker, you yourself are the rose,
More youthful bloom, the garden knows.
Smile with grace, awaken dooms,
Smile with grace, awaken dooms.
Cast a glance, oh heedless one, a glance,
A heart now yearns, make it dance, make it dance.
Smile with grace, awaken dooms,
Smile with grace, awaken dooms.

Walk with care, grace in every sway,
This test of love, hearts to assay.
Smile with grace, awaken dooms,
Smile with grace, awaken dooms.

A plea I make, to you, my dear,
Do not gaze with haughty fear.
Haughtiness is deceit, now erase it all,
Smile with grace, awaken dooms,
Smile with grace, awaken dooms.