layi hu raja baago se chunke rang sare
layi hu raja baago se chunke rang sare
le lo champa le lo bela
le lo jispe aaye tumhara dil pyare
layi hu raja baago se chunke rang sare
le lo champa le lo bela
le lo jispe aaye tumhara dil pyare

kahi hotho se najuk gulab hai
kahi chanda se gori chameli
kahi hotho se najuk gulab hai
kahi chanda se gori chameli
kahi karte hai juhi ishare
kahi genda kare atkheli
kahi sharma rahe
meri nargis ke naina matware
layi hu raja baago se chunke rang sare
le lo champa le lo bela
le lo jispe aaye tumhara dil pyare

mere phulo me dil ko saja ke
koi bejhe kisi ko salam re
mere phulo me dil ko saja ke
koi bejhe kisi ko salam re
patti patti me manu na manu
likha hota hai aashiq ka naam re
le lo phulo ka pyar
kahe baithe ho rasiya dil dhaye
layi hu raja baago se chunke rang sare
le lo champa le lo bela
le lo jispe aaye tumhara dil pyare
layi hu raja baago se chunke rang sare
le lo champa le lo bela
le lo jispe aaye tumhara dil pyare

I bring, my King, from gardens, hues of every kind,
I bring, my King, from gardens, hues of every kind.
Take jasmine, take the champak bloom,
Choose what your heart desires to find.
I bring, my King, from gardens, hues of every kind.
Take jasmine, take the champak bloom,
Choose what your heart desires to find.

Soft roses, like the touch of lips so fine,
And jasmine, fair as moonbeams, softly shine.
Soft roses, like the touch of lips so fine,
And jasmine, fair as moonbeams, softly shine.
The jasmine whispers, beckoning with grace,
The marigolds, in playful dance, entwine.
My narcissus eyes, shy now,
But drunk with love, their secrets they define.
I bring, my King, from gardens, hues of every kind.
Take jasmine, take the champak bloom,
Choose what your heart desires to find.

Within my blossoms, heart's own grace I weave,
To send to someone, greetings of release.
Within my blossoms, heart's own grace I weave,
To send to someone, greetings of release.
On every petal, whether you believe,
The lover's name, in secret, finds its ease.
Take then, the love of flowers,
Why sit you, love-sick, with a broken heart?
I bring, my King, from gardens, hues of every kind.
Take jasmine, take the champak bloom,
Choose what your heart desires to find.
I bring, my King, from gardens, hues of every kind.
Take jasmine, take the champak bloom,
Choose what your heart desires to find.