ek ek ankh teri
ek ek ankh teri sawa sawa lakh di
kali kali ankhiyo me bijli chamakti
ye julfe hai o ye julfe hai badal kale
mere dil pe barsane wale
tikhe tikhe balma ne
tikhe tikhe balma ne dekha hans hans ke
pyar wala jal tha nigahe gayi fas re
na aur koi haye na aur koi mujhko chura le
mujhe rakhna laga ke tale

lal lal gal pe jo dekh liya til re
gore gore kadmo me phenk diya dil re
hans ke utha lungi pyar wala dil re
meri hi ye chij thi jo mujhe gayi mil re
hans ke utha lungi pyar wala dil re
meri hi ye chij thi jo mujhe gayi mil re
mujhe gayi mil re
ek ek ankh teri sawa sawa lakh di
kali kali ankhiyo me bijli chamakti
ye julfe hai o ye julfe hai badal kale
mere dil pe barsane wale

duniya me aashiqo ka pehla ye asul hai
aashiqi me duniya se darna fijul hai
mang ka sindur tere charno ki dhul hai
tere liye marna bhi mujhko kabul hai
mang ka sindur tere charno ki dhul hai
tere liye marna bhi mujhko kabul hai
mujhko kabul hai
khet dhan ke raja chori chori milne aaja
khet dhan ke raja chori chori milne aaja

khet dhan ke raja chori chori milne aaja
khet dhan ke raja chori chori milne aaja

Each of your eyes,
worth a hundred thousand souls,
in those dark pools, lightning unfolds.
Your tresses, ah, your tresses, dark clouds they be,
ready to rain down upon my heart, you see.
Sharp glances, my love,
sharp glances you cast with laughter's art,
a snare of love, my gaze ensnared,
no other, alas, no other, to steal me away,
lock me, keep me, come what may.

Upon your red cheek, a mole I espied,
at your fair feet, my heart I cast aside.
Smiling, I'll lift this heart of love,
mine it was, now found above.
Smiling, I'll lift this heart of love,
mine it was, now found above.
Found above, yes, found above.
Each of your eyes,
worth a hundred thousand souls,
in those dark pools, lightning unfolds.
Your tresses, ah, your tresses, dark clouds they be,
ready to rain down upon my heart, you see.

The first law of lovers, known to all,
in love's game, fear of the world must fall.
The vermilion in my parting, your feet's sacred dust,
for you, death itself, I embrace, I trust.
The vermilion in my parting, your feet's sacred dust,
for you, death itself, I embrace, I trust.
I embrace, yes, I embrace.
King of the fields, of golden grain,
come meet me in secret, come again.

King of the fields, of golden grain,
come meet me in secret, come again.
King of the fields, of golden grain,
come meet me in secret, come again.