jagte raho hatheli khulne lagi
ke raat ab udne lagi kahaniyo ki
sham ko chalo sulagne do jara sab ko
ke khusbu aayegi sab ko haree khwabo ki
jagte raho hatheli khulne lagi
ke raat ab udne lagi kahaniyo ki
sham ko chalo sulagne do jara sab ko
ke khusbu aayegi sab ko haree khwabo ki
pehla pehla ye kadam hai chahat hai par jor kam hai
pehli pehli raat hai ye aage jo ho aankhe nagar thik hai
to sabhi thik hai jagte raho hatheli khulne lagi
ke raat ab udne lagi kahaniyo ki, jagte raho

jab raat ki thaili khuli kya janiye kya kuch mile
jab raat ki thaili khuli kya janiye kya kuch mile
shahanyi bhi sannare bhi sapne kahi khareraate bhi
chalke chalke nain bhi hai bechaini me chain bhi hai
pehli pehli raat hai ye aage jo ho aankhe nagar thik hai
to sabhi thik hai jagte raho, jagte raho hatheli khulne lagi
ke raat ab udne lagi kahaniyo ki, jagte raho

ye raat hai farmaan ki, umeed ki armaan ki
ho ye raat hai farmaan ki, umeed ki armaan ki
shikve gile narazagi aankhon mein oos ki tazgi
katra katra jab khulengi, nikharei nikharei shab khulegi
pehli pehli raat hai ye aage jo ho aankhe nagar thik hai
to sabhi thik hai jagte raho, jagte raho hatheli khulne lagi
ke raat ab udne lagi kahaniyo ki
sham ko chalo sulagne do jara sab ko
ke khusbu aayegi sab ko haree khwabo ki
pehla pehla ye kadam hai chahat hai par jor kam hai
pehli pehli raat hai ye aage jo ho aankhe nagar thik hai
to sabhi thik hai jagte raho hatheli khulne lagi
ke raat ab udne lagi kahaniyo ki, jagte raho

Awake, the palm unfurls,
As night now takes to flight, a tapestry of tales.
Let the evening smolder, gently consume,
For a fragrance will rise, of vibrant, emerald dreams.
Awake, the palm unfurls,
As night now takes to flight, a tapestry of tales.
Let the evening smolder, gently consume,
For a fragrance will rise, of vibrant, emerald dreams.

This first step is love, yet strength feels frail,
This maiden night, whatever lies ahead, if eyes are clear,
Then all is well, awake. The palm unfurls,
As night now takes to flight, a tapestry of tales, awake.

When night's pouch opens wide, who knows what finds us here,
When night's pouch opens wide, who knows what finds us here,
Shehnais weep, adornments gleam, dreams and snores convene,
Eyes overflow, unrest finds solace too.
This maiden night, whatever lies ahead, if eyes are clear,
Then all is well, awake, awake. The palm unfurls,
As night now takes to flight, a tapestry of tales, awake.

This night, a decree, of hope, of deep desire,
This night, a decree, of hope, of deep desire,
Grievances, complaints, and resentments fade,
With the freshness of dew in eyes.
As each drop unfurls, as words bloom bright,
This maiden night, whatever lies ahead, if eyes are clear,
Then all is well, awake, awake. The palm unfurls,
As night now takes to flight, a tapestry of tales.
Let the evening smolder, gently consume,
For a fragrance will rise, of vibrant, emerald dreams.
This first step is love, yet strength feels frail,
This maiden night, whatever lies ahead, if eyes are clear,
Then all is well, awake. The palm unfurls,
As night now takes to flight, a tapestry of tales, awake.