khuda bhi jab tumhe mere paas dekhta hoga
khuda bhi jab tumhe mere paas dekhta hoga
itni anmol cheez de di kaise, sochta hoga
tu bemisaal hai, teri kya misaal du

aasmaan se aayi hai, yehi keh ke taal du
phir bhi koi jo puchhe, kya hai tu kaisi hai
haatho me rang leke hawaa me uchaal du
hawaa me uchhal du

khuda bhi jab tumhe mere paas dekhta hoga
itni anmol cheez de di kaise, sochta hoga
jo bhi zameen tere paaon tale aaye
kadmo se chhu ke woh aasmaan ho jaaye

tere aage pheeke pheeke saare shringar hai
main toh kya farishte bhi tujhpe nissar hain
garmi ki shaam hai tu, jaado ki dhoop hai
jitne bhi mausam hain, tere karzdaar hain
tere karzdaar hain

khuda bhi jab tere andaaz dekhta hoga
itni anmol cheej de di kaise, sochta hoga
chehra hai ya jaadu, roop hai ya khwab hai
aankhe hain ya afsaana, jism ya kitaab hai

aaja tujhe main padh lu, dil me utaar lu
hontho se dekhu tujhe, aankho se pukar lu
khwahishe ye kehti hain, kehti rehti hain
leke tujhe baaho me shaame guzaar lu
shaame guzaar lu

khuda bhi ab tujhe din raat dhoondta hoga
itni anmol cheej de di kaise, sochta hoga

When God beholds you near to me,
When God beholds you near to me,
He must wonder, such a treasure, how could He decree?
You are matchless, how can I find a comparison?
You descended from the heavens, with that I must cease my reason.
Yet, if someone asks, what are you, what kind of being?
I'd take colors in hand, and scatter them in the season.
Scatter them in the season.
When God beholds you near to me,
He must wonder, such a treasure, how could He decree?

Whatever earth lies beneath your feet,
By your touch, it ascends, heaven to meet.
Before you, all adornments appear so pale,
Even angels would offer themselves, their beauty unveil.
You are the warmth of summer, the winter's sun's embrace,
All seasons are indebted, to your grace.
To your grace.
When God beholds your ways, your graceful art,
He must wonder, such a treasure, how could He impart?

Is your face a spell, your form a dream?
Are your eyes a tale, your body a tome, it would seem?
Come, let me read you, let me hold you in my heart,
Let me gaze upon you with lips, and call with my eyes' art.
These desires whisper, they never cease,
To hold you in my arms, and let the evenings depart.
Let the evenings depart.
Now God must search for you, night and day,
He must wonder, such a treasure, how could He convey?