dhup khile jab tum muskaao
has do toh moti barsaao
has do toh moti barsaao
palke utha kar dekh lo tum to
dil ka sara chaman khilao

phul hasin hai, chand hasin hai, tumse pyara koi nahi hai
phul hasin hai, chand hasin hai, tumse pyara koi nahi hai
tumse pyaara koi nahi hai
koi nahi hai, koi nahi hai, tumse pyaara koi nahi hai
roop hasin hai, rang hasin hai, tumse pyaara koi nahi hai
phul hasin hai, chand hasin hai, tumse pyara koi nahi hai

naazuk naazuk pyara pyara, sab se juda andaz tumhara
sadiyo tarasha tumko khuda ne, tab jaakar duniya me utara
naazuk naazuk pyara pyara, sab se juda andaz tumhara
sadiyo tarasha tumko khuda ne
tab jaakar duniya me utara
roshan tumse saari zamin hai, tumse pyaara koi nahi hai
roop hasin hai, rang hasin hai, tumse pyaara koi nahi hai
phul hasin hai, chand hasin hai, tumse pyara koi nahi hai

ek tassavur ek ghazal ho, tum ek zinda tajmahal ho
khwab ho tum to ek shayar ka
pyar ka tum ek bhiga pal ho
ek tassavur ek ghazal ho, tum ek zinda tajmahal ho
khwab ho tum to ek shayar ka
pyar ka tum ek bhiga pal ho
tumko na hoga mujhko yakin hai, tumse pyara koi nahi hai
roop hasin hai, rang hasin hai, tumse pyara koi nahi hai
phul hasin hai, chand hasin hai, tumse pyara koi nahi hai

When sunbeams dance, a smile takes flight,
Pearls of laughter shower, pure and bright.
Lift your lashes, gaze upon the scene,
Bloom the garden of the heart, serene.

Flowers bloom, and moons bestow,
None more lovely, than your glow.
Flowers bloom, and moons bestow,
None more lovely, than your glow.
None more lovely, do I know,
None, I swear, none, none,
None more lovely, than your glow.
Beauty in form, and hues so deep,
None more lovely, secrets keep.
Flowers bloom, and moons bestow,
None more lovely, than your glow.

Delicate, precious, unique your way,
God's own hands, through ages, did portray.
Delicate, precious, unique your way,
God's own hands, through ages, did portray.
Then sent you forth into the light of day.
All the earth, your light does claim,
None more lovely, the world can name.
Beauty in form, and hues so deep,
None more lovely, secrets keep.
Flowers bloom, and moons bestow,
None more lovely, than your glow.

A vision born, a Ghazal's art,
You are a Taj, a living heart.
A poet's dream, you gently gleam,
Love's tender moment, a flowing stream.
A vision born, a Ghazal's art,
You are a Taj, a living heart.
A poet's dream, you gently gleam,
Love's tender moment, a flowing stream.
No one shall love you, as I believe,
None more lovely, I shall not leave.
Beauty in form, and hues so deep,
None more lovely, secrets keep.
Flowers bloom, and moons bestow,
None more lovely, than your glow.