dekha na socha, na manga, jholi me aan padi
dekha na socha, na manga, doli me aan chadhi
na to dhundha hai, na to paya hai
na to khoya tha, na bhulaya hai
fir kisne bandhi ye dori
haye kaisi kaisi ram milaye jodi
ho kaisi kaisi ram milaye jodi
are dekha na socha, na manga, jholi me aan padi
are dekha na socha, na manga, doli me aan chadhi

are tambe jaisi hogi koi lali
ya gehu jaisi gori
aur kagaj jaisi kori, ye lana
baat kare to khul jhadenge lala
kyu phul nahi to moti
aur moti ek katori rojana
ghodi me chahe na aaye
aankho ka resham udaye
aisa kahi se bulaye mujhe to
mai aankho me rakhu use
haye kisne li nindiya tori
ho haye kaisi kaisi ram milaye jodi
dekha na socha, na manga, jholi me aan padi
dekha na socha, na manga, doli me aan chadhi

o hatho ki rekhaye ye chalte chalte
ye kaise mud jati hai
gairo se jud jati hai, aaha
sapno me tha, na mere apno me
ab chain ke nind ae re
aankho se ud jati hai
maanga nahi hur hoti
halka sa to nur hoti
chahe chirago ki wo roshni ho
ya ho wo sitara koi
o kisne ye baandhi dori
o kaise kaise ram milaye jodi
o kaise kaise ram milaye jodi
dekha na socha, na manga, jholi me aan padi
are dekha na socha, na manga, doli me aan chadhi
na to dhundha hai, na to paya hai
na to khoya tha, na bhulaya hai
fir kisne bandhi ye dori
haye kaisi kaisi ram milaye jodi
ho kaisi kaisi ram milaye jodi
ho kaisi kaisi ram milaye jodi
ho kaisi kaisi ram milaye jodi
ho kaisi kaisi ram milaye jodi
ho kaisi kaisi ram milaye jodi

Unseen, unthought, unasked, it fell into my lap,
Unseen, unthought, unasked, into the palanquin I stepped.
Never sought, never found,
Never lost, nor yet unbound.
Who wove this cord, this tie?
Oh, how strange the knots God ties.
How strange the knots God ties.
Unseen, unthought, unasked, it fell into my lap,
Unseen, unthought, unasked, into the palanquin I stepped.

Like copper's blush, some claim,
Or wheat-field fair, the same,
And paper pure, a whispered name,
Her speech, a cascade of blooms,
Or, if not flowers, then precious room
For pearls, a bowl of light, each day.
No steed required, no parade,
Her eyes, silk scarves, softly swayed,
Summon her, where she may be,
That in my eyes, I might see.
Who stole the sleep from thee?
Oh, how strange the knots God ties.
Unseen, unthought, unasked, it fell into my lap,
Unseen, unthought, unasked, into the palanquin I stepped.

These lines upon the hand, they turn,
As journeys end, and others burn,
Connecting with the stranger, yearn…
Within my dreams, not kin or kind,
Now peace descends, I finally find,
The sleep that from my eyes took flight.
Unbidden, a radiant grace,
A gentle light upon her face,
Whether the lamp's soft gleam,
Or a distant star's bright beam.
Who wove this cord, this tie?
Oh, how strange the knots God ties.
Oh, how strange the knots God ties.
Unseen, unthought, unasked, it fell into my lap,
Unseen, unthought, unasked, into the palanquin I stepped.
Never sought, never found,
Never lost, nor yet unbound.
Who wove this cord, this tie?
Oh, how strange the knots God ties.
How strange the knots God ties.
How strange the knots God ties.
How strange the knots God ties.
How strange the knots God ties.
How strange the knots God ties.