aji tum kitne hasin ho ye mere dil se to pucho
aji tum kitne hasin ho ye mere dil se to pucho
ye nazar kitni hasati ye mere dil se to pucho
aji tum kitne
aji tum kitne hasin ho mere dil se to pucho
ye nazar kitni hasati ye mere dil se to pucho
aji tum kitne

kahi jo sath hote jisam tera or sabab apna
jamana dundta rahta na milta jawab apna
yahi soch ke to nigahe char hoti hai
nahi to kis liye pyare ye nigahe milti hai
mere chehare se machal kar tere chehare par ruki hai
mere chehare se machal kar tere chehare par ruki hai
aji tum kon ho kya ho jara mehfil se to pucho
jara mehfil se to pucho
aji tum kitne hasin ho ye mere dil se to pucho
ye nazar kitni hasati ye mere dil se to pucho
aji tum kitne

aa jati bijliya tut ke uthayi shan mahfil se
jigar me aag si bhadki dhua uthne laga dil se
koi kahta hai thahar ja are katil are katil
koi kahta hai thahar ja are katil are katil
is lab par ye sada hai mera dil haye mera dil
is lab par ye sada hai mera dil haye mera dil
uthi hai kaisi kayamat jara mahfil se to pucho
jara mahfil se to pucho
aji tum kitne hasin ho ye mere dil se to pucho
ye nazar kitni hasati ye mere dil se to pucho aji tum kitne

Ask my heart, and it will tell you, how lovely you are.
Ask my heart, and it will tell you, how lovely you are.
Ask my heart, how your gaze does make me laugh so true.
Ask my heart, and it will tell you, how lovely you are.

If our bodies intertwined, a youthful bloom entwined,
The world would search, but find no answer, nothing of our kind.
This thought, the reason glances meet, a reason to be.
If not, my love, then why do eyes, with longing, ever meet?
My face, it yearns, it dances, then upon your face does rest.
Ask the gathering, who and what, you are, and what you manifest.
Ask the gathering, and it will tell you, how lovely you are.
Ask my heart, how your gaze does make me laugh so true.
Ask my heart, and it will tell you, how lovely you are.

Lightning strikes, a shattered grace, a wonder in the hall.
A fire blooms within my soul, smoke rising from its thrall.
Some whisper, "Stay your hand, oh killer, cease this act!"
Some whisper, "Stay your hand, oh killer, cease this act!"
This lip, it sings, "My heart, alas, my heart, alas!"
This lip, it sings, "My heart, alas, my heart, alas!"
What chaos blooms! Ask the gathering, what has come to pass.
Ask the gathering, and it will tell you, how lovely you are.
Ask my heart, how your gaze does make me laugh so true.
Ask my heart...