hairat zada hu mai, kya dekhta hu mai
jana hua pahchana hua, ye kon aa gaya
waisa hi rang hai, waisa rup hai
dekha hua samjha hua, ye kon aa gaya

barso se is dilruba ki tasvir dil me saji
murat ye hai usi ke sanche me dali
jispe fida hu mai, jise pujta hu mai
lekar yaha phir uski adda, ye kon aa gaya

uski khusbu hawao me bikhri, uski garmi hai mahol me
do dil yahi pe bandhe the, wafa ke khol me
manjar saje saje, mujhse ye puchte
lekar tujhe phir is jagah, ye kon aa gaya
hairat zada hu mai, kya dekhta hu mai
jana hua pahchana hua, ye kon aa gaya

Astonished, I gaze, what do I behold?
Familiar face, a known story told.
The same hues, the very same form,
Seen before, understood, weathering life's storm.

For years, this beloved's image, my heart's art,
A form sculpted to play a crucial part.
I am devoted, I offer my praise,
Again, her grace, in these present days.

Her fragrance, scattered on the breeze's flight,
Her warmth, embracing the day and the night.
Two hearts entwined, in fidelity's hold,
The scene unfolds, a story yet to be told.
The setting asks, with a knowing glance,
Bringing you back, to this sacred dance.
Astonished, I gaze, what do I behold?
Familiar face, a known story, retold.