mai tujhse milne aayi mandir jane ke bahane
mai tujhse milne aayi mandir jane ke bahane
babul se jhuth boli sakhiyo se jhuth boli
mai ban gayi bilkul bholi
are o bholi tu jhuth kaha boli, tu jhuth nahi boli
pyar ko hi puja kahate hai pyar ke parvane
mai tujhse milne aayi mandir jane ke bahane
mai tujhse milne aayi mandir jane ke bahane

ho aankho me jab teri surat phir koyi murat kya hai
ho aankho me jab teri surat phir koyi murat kya hai
pyar kiya hai jisne use puja ki jarurat kya hai
maine sara jivan kar diya tujhako arpan
ho gayi mai teri mira tujhko man liya mohan
naa jane kya dekha tujhme nain huye divane
mai tujhse milne
mai tujhse milne aayi mandir jane ke bahane
mai tujhse milne aayi mandir jane ke bahane

ho gair ke hath me na de de kahi babul mori baiya
ho gair ke hath me na de de kahi babul mori baiya
chaal samay ki pahchano tum khud ko badalo saiya
kisme itana hai bal chhu le jo tera aanchal
tu hamari hogi apna dava hai atal
mod de ham to samay ki dhara aise hai mastane
mai tujhse milane
mai tujhse milne aayi mandir jane ke bahane
mai tujhse milne aayi mandir jane ke bahane
babul se jhuth boli sakhiyo se jhuth boli
mai ban gayi bilkul bholi
are o bholi tu jhuth kaha boli, tu jhuth nahi boli
pyar ko hi puja kahate hai pyar ke parvane
mai tujhse milne aayi mandir jane ke bahane
mai tujhse milne aayi mandir jane ke bahane

I came to meet you, cloaked in temple's guise,
I came to meet you, veiled by pious lies.
Falsehood spun to father, to sisterhood untrue,
A naive facade, a visage fresh and new.
Oh, naive one, you spoke no lie, you never did deceive,
Love itself is worship, for those who truly believe.
I came to meet you, cloaked in temple's guise,
I came to meet you, veiled by pious lies.

When your image fills the eye, what need for idols then?
When your image fills the eye, what need for idols then?
For those who love, what need of prayer, or pious men?
My life I've offered, a sacrifice so pure,
I am your Mira, you my Krishna, I endure.
I know not what I saw in you, my eyes now wild and free,
I came to meet you...
I came to meet you, cloaked in temple's guise,
I came to meet you, veiled by pious lies.

Do not let my father give my hand to strangers' hold,
Do not let my father give my hand to strangers' hold,
Understand the turning of time, your story must be told.
Who has the strength to touch the hem of your garment's grace?
You shall be ours, our claim, we shall embrace.
We can reroute the river of time, such power do we hold,
I came to meet you...
I came to meet you, cloaked in temple's guise,
I came to meet you, veiled by pious lies.
Falsehood spun to father, to sisterhood untrue,
A naive facade, a visage fresh and new.
Oh, naive one, you spoke no lie, you never did deceive,
Love itself is worship, for those who truly believe.
I came to meet you, cloaked in temple's guise,
I came to meet you, veiled by pious lies.