ek tasveer ek murat hai
haye vo kitni khubsurat hai

lage unki suratiya kuch aisi bhali
lage unki suratiya kuch aisi bhali
jaise kauae ki chonch me anaar ki kali
jaise kauae ki chonch me anaar ki kali

bate vo karte hai aisi kamal ki
jaise umariya ho pandhra saal ki
soch le soch le nikle chonchle
isi liye to kahi dal na gale
lage unki suratiya kuch aisi bhali
jaise kauae ki chonch me anaar ki kali

chipku bhi aise ke jane ka naam na le
ghadi hai bandh rakhi lekin kaam na le
jaha bhi tham gaye samjho ke jam gaye
din se rat hui rat si dhali
lage unki suratiya kuch aisi bhali
jaise kauae ki chonch me anaar ki kali

rakhte hai tajurba wo har bat ka
dekhnge darwaja kabhi hawalat ka
muft ka bangla baahar jangla
khayenge baithe baithe moong ki fali
lage unki suratiya kuch aisi bhali
jaise kauae ki chonch me anaar ki kali
jaise kauae ki chonch me anaar ki kali

A portrait, a sculpted grace,
Oh, how lovely is that face.

Their forms, a certain charm embrace,
Their forms, a certain charm embrace,
Like a crow's beak holding pomegranate's trace,
Like a crow's beak holding pomegranate's trace.

Their words, a marvel to behold,
As if fifteen years they'd yet to unfold.
Reflect, reflect, their antics rise,
That's why their plots never truly materialize.
Their forms, a certain charm embrace,
Like a crow's beak holding pomegranate's trace.

They cling so close, they won't depart,
A watch they wear, yet play no part.
Wherever they pause, they're frozen fast,
Day turns to night, the shadows cast.
Their forms, a certain charm embrace,
Like a crow's beak holding pomegranate's trace.

They claim experience in every art,
Perhaps they'll see a jailhouse start.
A free estate, a wild domain,
They'll feast on beans, and ease the pain.
Their forms, a certain charm embrace,
Like a crow's beak holding pomegranate's trace,
Like a crow's beak holding pomegranate's trace.