baharo ki ranginiyo ko chura kar
wo kaliyo ki muskan hotho pe lekar
sitaro se wo mang apni saza kar
wo aayegi ek din mere pas chalkar
wahi hai wahi meri justju tasvir jiski aankho me hai
baharo ki ranginiyo ko chura kar
wo kaliyo ki muskan hotho pe lekar
sitaro se wo mang apni saza kar
wo aayegi ek din mere pas chalkar

jhil ke jaisi gehari wo aankhe
madira ke chhalke pyale ho jinme
kamar hogi uski aisi ke jaise koi lachakti phulo ki dali
koi lachakti phulo ki dali kati dor lehraye jaise hawa
par jo mushkil se hatho me aaye sitamgar
wo aayegi ek din mere pas chalkar
wahi hai wahi meri justju tasvir jiski aankho me hai
baharo ki ranginiyo ko chura kar

reshmi julfe rato se kali gulabo ki surkhi hotho ki lali
chandan si bahe jannat ki rahe
ubharta wo sina dilo ki tabahi
ubharta wo sina dilo ki tabahi
wo aayegi aayegi magrur dilbar
sitaro ki duniya se ek din zami par
wo aayegi ek din mere pas chalkar
wahi hai wahi meri justju tasvir jiski aankho me hai
baharo ki ranginiyo ko chura kar

jma karke in husn ki khubiyo ko
banegi wo mere khayalo ki mallika
jo aankho me lekar nasha halka halka
jo simat jayegi meri baho me aakar
simat jayegi meri baho me aakar meri
duniya rakh degi jannat banakar
wo kaliyo ki muskan hotho pe lekar
sitaro se wo mang apni saza kar
wo aayegi ek din mere pas chalkar

o tu hi hai tu meri justju tasvir jiski aankho me hai
tu hi hai tu meri justju tasvir jiski aankho me hai

She steals the hues of spring's embrace,
A smile of buds upon her face.
With starlight woven in her hair,
She'll walk to me, beyond compare.
She is the quest, the soul's desire,
The image mirrored in my eye.
She steals the hues of spring's embrace,
A smile of buds upon her face.
With starlight woven in her hair,
She'll walk to me, beyond compare.

Her eyes, a lake of depths untold,
Where wine's reflection gently rolled.
Her waist, a swaying flower's grace,
A broken thread in wind's embrace.
A tyrant, hard to hold in hand,
She'll walk to me, across the land.
She is the quest, the soul's desire,
The image mirrored in my eye.
She steals the hues of spring's embrace.

Her silken tresses, night's dark plea,
Rose-red lips for all to see.
Sandalwood arms, where heavens gleam,
A chest that shatters every dream.
A chest that shatters every dream.
She'll come, a proud beloved, true,
From starlit realms to earth anew.
She'll walk to me, her spirit free,
She is the quest, the soul's desire,
The image mirrored in my eye.
She steals the hues of spring's embrace.

Gathering beauty, her soul's art,
She'll be the queen of my heart.
With eyes that hold a gentle haze,
She'll melt within my arms, in ways
That will make my world a paradise,
A garden bloomed before my eyes.
A smile of buds upon her face,
With starlight woven in her hair,
She'll walk to me, beyond compare.

Oh, you are she, the soul's desire,
The image mirrored in my eye.
You are she, the soul's desire,
The image mirrored in my eye.