ankhiya gulabi jaise mad ki hain pyaliya
mad ki hain pyaliya jagi hui aankho me
sharam ki hain laliya sharam ki hain laliya
ankhiya gulabi jaise mad ki hain pyaliya
mad ki hain pyaliya jagi hui aankho me
sharam ki hain laliya sharam ki hain laliya

din hain jawani ke ulfat ki rate
din hain jawani ke ulfat ki rate
taaro ki chhanv me hain pyar bhari bate
taaro ki chhanv me hain pyar bhari bate
suljhi hui lato me ho ho ho
suljhi hui lato me uljh gayi baliya
ankhiya gulabi jaise mad ki hain pyaliya
mad ki hain pyaliya jagi hui aankho me
sharam ki hain laliya sharam ki hain laliya

duniya meri aankho me hai tere khayal ki
duniya meri aankho me hai tere khayal ki
bhari huyi phulo se hai jholi sawaal ki
bhari huyi phulo se hai jholi sawaal ki
khili hain baharo me ho ho ho
khili hain baharo me phulo ki daliya
ankhiya gulabi jaise mad ki hain pyaliya
mad ki hain pyaliya jagi hui aankho me
sharam ki hain laliya sharam ki hain laliya

aadhi-aadhi rat koi kahe jagaye re
aadhi-aadhi rat koi kahe jagaye re
najuk kalayi mori balkha naa jaye re
aadhi-aadhi rat koi kahe jagaye re
sun-sun khush hue ho ho ho
sun-sun khush hue mithi mithi galiya
ankhiya gulabi jaise mad ki hain pyaliya
mad ki hain pyaliya jagi hui aankho me
sharam ki hain laliya sharam ki hain laliya

Eyes, like rose-wine, hold goblets deep,
Goblets of wine, in eyes that do not sleep,
Blushes of shame, a rosy secret keep,
Eyes, like rose-wine, hold goblets deep.
Goblets of wine, in eyes that do not sleep,
Blushes of shame, a rosy secret keep.

Days of youth, nights of love's sweet art,
Days of youth, nights of love's sweet art,
Beneath the stars, where whispers start,
Beneath the stars, where whispers start,
In tresses soft, oh, oh, oh,
In tresses soft, earrings take their part,
Eyes, like rose-wine, hold goblets deep,
Goblets of wine, in eyes that do not sleep,
Blushes of shame, a rosy secret keep.

My world, within your thought, takes hold,
My world, within your thought, takes hold,
My question's pouch, with flowers, is bold,
My question's pouch, with flowers, is bold,
Bloomed in spring's grace, oh, oh, oh,
Bloomed in spring's grace, branches unfold,
Eyes, like rose-wine, hold goblets deep,
Goblets of wine, in eyes that do not sleep,
Blushes of shame, a rosy secret keep.

Why wake me at the midnight hour's call?
Why wake me at the midnight hour's call?
My tender wrist, lest it should fall,
Why wake me at the midnight hour's call?
Hearing such joy, oh, oh, oh,
Hearing such joy, sweet scoldings enthrall,
Eyes, like rose-wine, hold goblets deep,
Goblets of wine, in eyes that do not sleep,
Blushes of shame, a rosy secret keep.