mai kaise use pasand karu, mai kaise aankhe band karu
wo aurat hai tu mahbuba, tu sab kuchh hai wo kuchh bhi nahi
wo aurat hai tu mahbuba, tu sab kuchh hai wo kuchh bhi nahi
tum aise use pasand karo, mil baitho baate chand karo
wo aurat hai mai mahbuba, wo sab kuchh hai mai kuchh bhi nahi
kuchh bhi nahi
wo aurat hai mai mahbuba, wo sab kuchh hai mai kuchh bhi nahi

mere liye jo pyaar-muhabbat uske liye paheli
mere liye jo pyaar-muhabbat uske liye paheli
champa kaise bhaaye use jiske man basi chameli
uska dukh hai mera dukh meri sautan meri saheli
mere bina akele tum, wo tumhare bina akeli
mat ye diwaar buland karo, mil baitho baate chand karo
wo aurat hai mai mahbuba, wo sab kuchh hai mai kuchh bhi nahi
kuchh bhi nahi
wo aurat hai mai mahbuba, wo sab kuchh hai mai kuchh bhi nahi

uska naam na le mujhko nafrat hai uske naam se
thak gaye ho bechain ho tum so jaao aaraam se
ye rain milan ki raina hai, mil kar bhi dur hi rahna hai
tune kitna tarsaya hai, tumne kitna tadpaya hai
rupa kyu rup chhupati hai, aise me sharm to aati hai
ab ye ghunghat uth jaane do, kuchh der yuhi sharmaane do
mukh dhaak liya kyu haatho se, dar lagta hai in baato se
mai dunga apna naam tujhe, tum kar do badnaam mujhe
kuchh paap nahi hai pyaar hai ye, ik shishe ki diwaar hai ye
gir jaane do diwaaro ko, chhupane do chaand-sitaaro ko

How can I find her pleasing, how can I close my eyes?
She is a woman, you are my beloved, you are all, she is naught.
She is a woman, you are my beloved, you are all, she is naught.
You, thus, find her pleasing, sit and share a few words.
She is a woman, I am your beloved, she is all, I am naught.
Naught.
She is a woman, I am your beloved, she is all, I am naught.

The love and affection meant for me, for her, a riddle.
The love and affection meant for me, for her, a riddle.
How could she cherish Champa, her heart holding only Chameli?
Her sorrow is my sorrow, my rival, my friend.
Alone without me, you, and she, alone without you.
Do not raise this wall so high, sit and share a few words.
She is a woman, I am your beloved, she is all, I am naught.
Naught.
She is a woman, I am your beloved, she is all, I am naught.

Do not speak her name, I loathe her name.
You are weary, restless, rest now, find peace.
This is the night of union, though together, we must remain apart.
How you have made me yearn, how you have tormented.
Rupa, why hide your form, in this, shame arises.
Now, let this veil be lifted, let us be shy for a while.
Why hide your face with your hands, afraid of these words?
I will give you my name, you, defame me.
There is no sin in love, it is a wall of glass.
Let the walls fall, let the moon and stars hide.