kyon hai mujhe lagta jaise kali hoon main
apni hi khushbu mein khilane lagi hoon main
kyon hai mujhe lagta abb in raahon mein
chaand utarana hai meri inn baahon mein
kyon hai mujhe lagta jaise kali hoon main
apni hi khushbu mein khilane lagi hoon main

kya bataau ho raha hai kya
paaya kya hai kho raha hai kya
jaane kyun mere waaste muskuraaye saare raaste
kyon hai mujhe lagta jaise kali hoon main
apni hi khushbu mein khilane lagi hoon main
kyon hai mujhe lagta abb in raahon mein
chaand utarana hai
kyon hai mujhe lagta abb in raahon mein
chaand utarana hai meri inn baahon mein

gehre gehre rang hai saare
behke behke saare ishaare
mujhko hai lag raha jaise hai sab naya
jhume ja yun dil bole mera
kyon hai mujhe lagta jaise kali hoon main
apni hi khushbu mein khilane lagi hoon main
kyon hai mujhe lagta
abb in raahon mein chaand utarana hai

jaagi jaagi ek khushi hai ujli ujli roshani hai
yeh bata jindagi kyun hai yeh dilkashi
dil pe hai kyun sapno ka ghera aa aa aa
kyon hai mujhe lagta dil mera khona hai
jo na huwa hai abb tak abb wahi hona hai
kyon hai mujhe lagta jaise kali hoon main
apni hi khushbu mein khilane lagi hoon main
kya bataau ho raha hai kya
paaya kya hai kho raha hai kya
jaane kyun mere waaste muskuraaye saare raaste

kyon hai mujhe lagta jaise kali hoon main
apni hi khushbu mein khilane lagi hoon main
kyon hai mujhe lagta jaise kali hoon main
apni hi khushbu mein khilane lagi hoon main
kyon hai mujhe lagta jaise kali hoon main
apni hi khushbu mein khilane lagi hoon main

Why do I feel like a bud, still tight?
In my own fragrance, I begin to ignite.
Why do I feel, along these paths so wide,
The moon must descend, within my arms, abide?
Why do I feel like a bud, still hidden?
In my own fragrance, blossoming, unbidden.

What can I say, what’s taking hold?
What have I gained, what stories told?
I know not why, for my sake alone,
All these pathways, smiling, have grown.
Why do I feel like a bud, so pure?
In my own fragrance, I am sure.
Why do I feel, along these tracks so bright,
The moon must descend, into the night?
Why do I feel, along these trails to roam,
The moon must descend, and make its home
Within my arms.

Deep, deep, the colours start to gleam,
Drunken, drunken, the signals teem.
I feel as though, it all is new,
My heart dances, in colours true.
Why do I feel like a bud, so slight?
In my own fragrance, bathed in light.
Why do I feel, along these winding ways,
The moon must descend, in a golden haze?

Awake, awake, a joy takes flight,
Bright, bright, a radiant light.
Tell me, life, why this allure?
Why on my heart, dreams endure?
Why do I feel my heart must lose its hold?
What has not happened, must now unfold?
Why do I feel like a bud, so frail?
In my own fragrance, I can not fail.
What can I say, what's taking hold?
What have I gained, what stories told?
I know not why, for my sake alone,
All these pathways, smiling, have grown.

Why do I feel like a bud, unknown?
In my own fragrance, fully grown.
Why do I feel like a bud, so tender?
In my own fragrance, I surrender.
Why do I feel like a bud, so near?
In my own fragrance, banishing fear.