dekh hame muskaye kyo balamwa sajanwa
sharmaye kyo ghabraye kyo
dekh hame dekh hame muskaye kyo
balamwa sajanwa sharmaye kyo ghabraye kyo
dekh hame muskaye kyo

kya paya kyo hui diwani
kya paya kyo hui diwani
sajan aaya sajan aaya
sajan aaya khili jawani
sajan aaya khili jawani
kyo mahaki kyo mahki
kyo mahaki bagiya puchat ho
kyo mahaki bagiya puchat ho
sath bhahare laaye kyo
balamwa sajanwa sharmaaye kyo ghabraye kyo
dekh hame muskaye kyo

mano hum pardesh sidhare
mano hum pardesh sidhare
phir na jiyenge prit ke mare
phir na jiyenge prit ke mare
pache aakh churane wale
pache aakh churane wale
phale naina milaye kyo
balamwa sajanwa sharmaye kyo ghabraye kyo
dekh hame dekh hame muskaye kyo

mana hum tumko nahi bhaye
mana hum tumko nahi bhaye
kahe ch ch teer chalye
kahe ch ch teer chalye
ghayal puch raha hai tumse
ghayal puch raha hai tumse
humre pankh jalaye kyo
balamwa sajanwa sharmaye kyo ghabraye kyo
dekh hame muskaye kyo

Why does he smile when he sees me, my love, my beloved?
Why does he blush, why does he tremble?
Why does he smile when he sees me?
My love, my beloved, why does he blush, why does he tremble?
Why does he smile when he sees me?

What did I find that made me wild?
What did I find that made me wild?
My beloved came, my beloved came,
My beloved came, youth bloomed.
My beloved came, youth bloomed.
Why does the garden perfume itself, you ask?
Why does the garden perfume itself, you ask?
Why did it bring the spring along?
My love, my beloved, why does he blush, why does he tremble?
Why does he smile when he sees me?

Imagine I'm departing for a foreign land,
Imagine I'm departing for a foreign land,
Then I will not live, wounded by love.
Then I will not live, wounded by love.
You who turn away your eyes later,
You who turn away your eyes later,
Why did you first meet my eyes?
My love, my beloved, why does he blush, why does he tremble?
Why does he smile when he sees me?

Suppose you do not like me,
Suppose you do not like me,
Why do you still shoot arrows at me?
Why do you still shoot arrows at me?
The wounded one is asking you,
The wounded one is asking you,
Why did you burn my wings?
My love, my beloved, why does he blush, why does he tremble?
Why does he smile when he sees me?