chaandi jaisaa rag hai teraa sone jaise baal
ik tu hi dhanavaan hai gori baaki sab kagaal
ik tu hi dhanavaan hai gori baaki sab kagaal

jis raste se tu gujare vo phulo se bhar jaaye
jis raste se tu gujare vo phulo se bhar jaaye
tere pair ki komal aahat sote bhaag jagaaye
jo patthar to chhu le gori vo hiraa ban jaaye
tu jisako mil jaaye vo
tu jisako mil jaaye vo ho jaaye maalaamaal
ik tu hi dhanavaan hai gori baaki sab kagaal
chaandi jaisaa rag hai teraa sone jaise baal
ik tu hi dhanavaan hai gori baaki sab kagaal

jo berag hai usape kyaa kyaa rag jamaate log
jo berag hai usape kyaa kyaa rag jamaate log
tu naadaan na jaane kaise rup churaate log
nazare ji ji bhar ke dekhe aate jaate log
chhail chhabili raani thodaa
chhail chhabili raani thodaa ghunghat aur nikaal
ik tu hi dhanavaan hai gori baaki sab kagaal
chaandi jaisaa rag hai teraa sone jaise baal
ik tu hi dhanavaan hai gori baaki sab kagaal
chaandi jaisaa rag hai teraa sone jaise baal
ik tu hi dhanavaan hai gori baaki sab kagaal
ik tu hi dhanavaan hai gori baaki sab kagaal
ik tu hi dhanavaan hai gori baaki sab kagaal

Your skin, a silver sheen, your hair, spun gold,
You, the sole rich one, a story to be told.
The path you tread, where petals softly bloom,
Your gentle steps awaken fate's deep tomb.
The stones you touch, they shimmer, diamond bright,
And those who find you, bask in endless light.
You, the sole rich one, while others fade and fall,
Your skin, a silver sheen, embracing all.

Upon the plain, a canvas, stark and bare,
They paint their hues, beyond compare.
Unknowing, you, of forms they seek to steal,
Eyes feast on beauty, secrets they reveal.
Oh, queen of grace, your veil a subtle art,
You, the sole rich one, a treasure to the heart.
Your skin, a silver sheen, your hair, spun gold,
You, the sole rich one, a story to be told.
Your skin, a silver sheen, your hair, spun gold,
You, the sole rich one, a story to be told.
You, the sole rich one, a story to be told.
You, the sole rich one, a story to be told.