kisi gav me ek hasina thi koi
vo sawan ka bhiga mahina thi koi
jawani bhi us par badi meharba thi
mohabbat jami hai to vo aasma thi
vo ab tak hai jinda vo ab tak jawa hai
kitabe mohabbat ki vo dasta hai
use dekhkar mom hote the patthar
magar hamse puncho na uska mukddar
na ghar ki bahu vo banai gai thi
alag uski mahfil sajai gai thi
vo gav ke ladko ko chahat sikhati
sabak vo mohabbat ka unko padhati

magar vakt koi naya rang laya
na puncho kahani me kya mod aaya
hua pyar usko kisi noujawa se
natija na puncho hamari juba se
mohabbat ki raho pe jis din chali vo
jamane ki najro me mujrim bani vo
nasibo me uske mohabbat nahi thi
mohabbat ki usko ijajat nahi thi
jamane ne aakhir use jab saja di
hasina ne apni ye ja tak gava di
vahi aasma hai vahi ye jami hai
jawa vo hasina kahi bhi nahi hai
magar ruhe ulfat ki manjil juda hai
mohabbat ki duniya ka apna khuda hai
vo ab tak hai jinda vo ab tak jawa hai
kitabe mohabbat ki vo dasta hai
kisi gav me ek hasina thi koi
vo sawan ka bhiga mahina thi koi

In a village, a beauty bloomed, unseen,
A monsoon month, lush and ever green.
Youth, a blessing, showered her with grace,
Love's very earth, she held the sky's embrace.
Alive she remains, her spirit bright,
A love-song whispered through day and night.

Stone hearts would melt at her radiant gaze,
But ask not of fate, nor of life's maze.
No home's embrace for her, her destiny's call,
A separate court, where shadows fall.
To village lads, she taught love's art,
Shared lessons of passion, a tender heart.

But time, it brought a different hue,
Ask not the twists, the pain she knew.
She fell in love, a youth's bright spark,
From our tongues, the outcome, shrouded in dark.
The day she walked love's perilous track,
In the world's eyes, a sinner, turned back.
Her fate denied love's sweet design,
Forbidden the right to love's divine.
When the world condemned her, its judgment cruel,
The beauty surrendered, her spirit's fuel.
The sky remains, the earth below,
The vibrant beauty, her earthly glow,
Is vanished now, no longer seen.
But love's true soul, a separate sheen.
Love's boundless world, its own deity,
Alive she remains, for all to see.
A love-song whispered through day and night.
In a village, a beauty bloomed, unseen,
A monsoon month, lush and ever green.