jawaan muhabbat hasin aankho me
kis liye muskuraa rahi hai
kis liye muskuraa rahi hai
jawaan muhabbat hasin aankho me
kis liye muskuraa rahi hai
kis liye muskuraa rahi hai
kyun kyun kyun ji

jo baat aai thi apane dil me
jo baat aai thi apane dil me
vo unke dil me vo unke dil me
bhi aa rahi hai jo baat aayi thi

ye bhigi bhigi hasin raate
ye bhigi bhigi hasin raate
ye pyaari pyaari tihaari baate
tihaari baate
bahaar aayi, bahaar aakar
koi nayaa gul khilaa rahi hai
koi nayaa gul khilaa rahi hai
bahaar aayi hai

zaraa meraa haath haath me lo
zaraa mere dil pe haath rakh do
haath rakh do kyun kyun kyun ji
suno to ek bezubaan dil se
ye kaisi aawaaz aa rahi hai
kaisi aawaaz aa rahi hai

jo baat aai hai tere dil me
vo mere dil me vo mere dil me
bhi aa rahi hai jo baat aayi hai

ye chahta hun tumhe saja lun
yahaan chhupaa lun, yahaan basaa lun
yahaan bithaa lun kyun kyun kyun ji
mujhe bahut pyaar aa rahaa hai
magar mujhe laaj aa rahi hai
magar mujhe laaj aa rahi hai

jo baat aayi thi apane dil me
vo unke dil me vo unke dil me
bhi aa rahi hai jo baat aayi thi

In youthful eyes, a beauty gleams,
Why does she smile, it brightly seems?
Why does she smile, it brightly seems?
In youthful eyes, a beauty gleams,
Why does she smile, it brightly seems?
Why does she smile, it brightly seems?
Why, why, oh why?

The thought that bloomed within my breast,
The thought that bloomed within my breast,
Within her heart, she too has guessed,
Within her heart, she too has guessed,
The thought that bloomed...

These nights of rain, a whispered grace,
These nights of rain, a whispered grace,
Your sweet, sweet words, in time and space,
Your whispers soft, a tender trace,
A spring has come, and with its art,
A new, sweet bloom, it now imparts,
A new, sweet bloom, it now imparts,
A spring has come.

Now take my hand within your hold,
And on my heart, your hand unfold,
Your hand unfold, why, why, oh why?
Listen, to a silent heart's plea,
What voice of love is calling me?
What voice of love is calling me?
The thought that bloomed within your breast,
Within my heart, it finds its rest,
The thought that bloomed…

I long to adorn you, hold you near,
And here conceal you, banish fear,
And here I'll keep you, why, oh why?
A boundless love, begins to swell,
But modesty, a binding spell,
But modesty, a binding spell,
The thought that bloomed within your breast,
Within my heart, it finds its rest,
The thought that bloomed...