mai tujhko agar ek phul kahu
tere rutbe ki tohin hai ye
tera husan hmesa kayam hai
din bar ke kiye rangin hai ye
mai tujhko agar ek phul kahu

ye aakh agar uth jaye to
har ek sitara sajada kre
aa jaye hoto pe hasi to
bijli bhi tadap kar aah bhare
bijli bhi tadap kar aah bhare
mai tujhko agar ek phul kahu
mai tujhko agar ek phul kahu
tere rutbe ki tohin hai ye

ye julf agar khul jaye to
raato ki jawani sharmaye
raftar ka aalam kya khiye
raftar ka aalam kya khiye
bahta huaa driya tham jaye
mai tujhko agar ek phul kahu
mai tujhko agar ek phul kahu
tere rutbe ki tohin hai ye

din raat mahkte rahne ki
kaliyo ne adaa tujhse payi
ye chaand jo gatta badhta hai
darasal hai teri angdaayi
darasal hai teri angdaayi
mai tujhko agar ek phul kahu
mai tujhko agar ek phul kahu
tere rutbe ki tohin hai ye

If I called you a flower,
it would demean your stature.
Your beauty is eternal,
briefly blooming with hue.
If I called you a flower...

If your eyes were to rise,
each star would fall in praise.
If a smile touched your lips,
lightning would yearn and sigh.
Lightning would yearn and sigh.
If I called you a flower,
If I called you a flower,
it would demean your stature.

If your tresses unfurled,
the night's youth would blush.
Of your motion, what to say?
Of your motion, what to say?
A flowing river would cease.
If I called you a flower,
If I called you a flower,
it would demean your stature.

The buds learned their grace,
from you, to forever scent.
This moon, waxing and waning,
is merely your stretch divine.
Is merely your stretch divine.
If I called you a flower,
If I called you a flower,
it would demean your stature.