mai to banke naino wali meri bate hai nirali
dekho duniya kare moh se pyar
duniya kare moh se pyar
are chhodo ye fasana jaye chulhe me ye jamana dekho
dil hai yaha bekarar, dil hai yaha bekarar
mai to banke naino wali

lakh adaye lakh ishare jo bhi dekhe jaan ko vare
hoye mera to aaj jamana najar na haaye lagana
mera to aaj jamana
marungi najar katar, marungi najar katar
are chhodo ye fasana jaye chulhe me ye jamana dekho
dil hai yaha bekarar, dil hai yaha bekarar
mai to banke naino wali

jaan bachana ab nahi mumkin
rah gaye ab to haye das din
oye koi to sakal batao humari jaan bachao
koi to sakal batao
dil hai yaha bekarar, dil hai yaha bekarar
mai to banke naino wali meri bate hai nirali
mere ko duniya kare moh se pyar
duniya kare moh se pyar are chhodo ye fasana

baat kisi ki mai nahi manu sabke dil ka haal mai janu
koi ho lakh diwana chale na koi bahana
koi ho lakh diwana chale na koi bahana
mai to badi hoshiyar, mai to badi hoshiyar
are chhodo ye fasana jaye chulhe me ye jamana
dil hai yaha bekarar, dil hai yaha bekarar
mai to banke naino wali meri bate hai nirali
mere ko duniya kare moh se pyar
duniya kare moh se pyar
chhodo ye fasana

With eyes that curve, a world I seize,
My words are strange, a whispered ease.
The world adores, a hungry plea,
The world adores, and bends to me.
Let fables burn, the age depart,
My restless heart, a beating art.
My eyes that curve, a world I seize.

A thousand charms, a thousand sighs,
Each glance a death before their eyes.
My era dawns, a sunlit show,
No envious gaze, no shadowed woe.
My era dawns, and flames alight,
A dagger's gleam, in fading light.
Let fables burn, the age depart,
My restless heart, a beating art.
My eyes that curve, a world I seize.

To flee is lost, the die is cast,
My fleeting days, the moments passed.
Oh, show my face, a saving grace,
Oh, save my soul, in this lost space.
My restless heart, a beating plea,
My restless heart, and bends to me.
With eyes that curve, a world I seize,
My words are strange, a whispered ease.
The world adores, a hungry plea,
The world adores, and bends to me.
Let fables burn…

No counsel heeded, no whispered guide,
The heart's true song, I know inside.
Though madness calls, and passions burn,
No trickery, no lesson learned.
Though madness calls, and passions rise,
No trickery, beneath my eyes.
So cunning, I, and know the game,
So cunning, I, and call your name.
Let fables burn, the age depart,
My restless heart, a beating art.
My eyes that curve, a world I seize,
My words are strange, a whispered ease.
The world adores, a hungry plea,
The world adores, and bends to me.
Let fables burn…