kaliyo si palke hai palko me kaajal hai
chaandani saa cheharaa hai
kaise sambhaale dil
zulfe ghataao si gaalo pe kaalaa til
kamasin adaaye hai kaise sambhaale dil
kaliyo si palke hai palko me kaajal hai
chaandani saa cheharaa hai
kaise sambhaale dil

khilati javaani hai rut bhi suhaani hai
phulo ke cheharo pe kis ki kahaani hai
panchhi ki tarah kyun chaahate hai chachal
panchhi ki tarah kyun chaahate hai chachal
thandi havaao me aaj kaisi halachal
zulfe ghataao si gaalo pe kaalaa til
kamasin adaaye hai kaise sambhaale dil
kaliyo si palke hai palko me kaajal hai
chaandani saa cheharaa hai
kaise sambhaale dil

hotho pe chhalaki hai ikaraar ki shbnam
tere khayaalo me hai pyaar ki saragam
laharaa rahaa hai yun kaamani kaa aanchal
laharaa rahaa hai yun kaamani kaa aanchal
laharaa rahaa jaise nadiyaa kaa nirmal jal
zulfe ghataao si gaalo pe kaalaa til
kamasin adaaye hai kaise sambhaale dil
kaliyo si palke hai palko me kaajal hai
chaandani saa cheharaa hai
kaise sambhaale dil
zulfe ghataao si gaalo pe kaalaa til
kamasin adaaye hai kaise sambhaale dil

Bud-like lashes, kohl-lined deep,
Moonlit the face, secrets to keep.
How does the heart, its tremors cease?

Tresses like clouds, a mole's dark grace,
Youthful the charm, in this sweet space.
How does the heart, find inner peace?
Bud-like lashes, kohl-lined deep,
Moonlit the face, secrets to keep.
How does the heart, its tremors cease?

Blossoming youth, a season's art,
Whose tale unfolds, on floral heart?
Why does desire, like a bird take flight?
Why does desire, embrace the light?
Cool winds now stir, a sudden start.
Tresses like clouds, a mole's dark grace,
Youthful the charm, in this sweet space.
How does the heart, find inner peace?
Bud-like lashes, kohl-lined deep,
Moonlit the face, secrets to keep.
How does the heart, its tremors cease?

On lips now, dew of promise gleams,
In thoughts of you, love softly streams.
Like a river's flow, the fabric sways,
Like a river's flow, in golden haze.
Like the clear river, pure love stays.
Tresses like clouds, a mole's dark grace,
Youthful the charm, in this sweet space.
How does the heart, find inner peace?
Bud-like lashes, kohl-lined deep,
Moonlit the face, secrets to keep.
How does the heart, its tremors cease?
Tresses like clouds, a mole's dark grace,
Youthful the charm, in this sweet space.
How does the heart, find inner peace?