maine so bar khyalo ke banaye khate
maine so bar khyalo ke banaye khate
ek surat hai jo rango me sawariti hi nahi
maine so bar khyalo ke banaye khate

jiske ango ki lachak mange hai dali dali
jo kayi phul khila jati hai angdayi se
jhum kar aati hai sawan ki ghatao ki tarah
or lipat jati hai aakar meri tanhayi se
mujhse us shokh ki taswir utarti hi nahi
maine so bar khyalo ke banaye khate

kitna rangi hai wo sabnam me nahaya sa badan
jisko chune ke liye hai pyar hai betab mera
kash wo husn shama jaye meri baho me
jiski chahat me paresha hai har ek khwab mera
uski khusbu meri sanso me bikharti hi nahi
maine so bar khyalo ke banaye khate
ek surat hai jo rango me sawariti hi nahi
maine so bar khyalo ke banaye khhake

A hundred times I've built accounts of thought,
A form elusive, colors cannot hold.
A hundred times I've built accounts of thought.

Her limbs, a dance the branches long for, crave,
Whose gentle stretch unfolds a thousand blooms.
She sweeps in, like monsoon clouds that rave,
And wraps herself within my lonely rooms.
Her image, from my heart, cannot be brought.
A hundred times I've built accounts of thought.

How vibrant, bathed in dew, her form appears,
For whose embrace my love is wild and keen.
Oh, would that beauty fill my arms, and nears,
The object of each dream, where I have been.
Her fragrance, in my breath, is never caught.
A hundred times I've built accounts of thought,
A form elusive, colors cannot hold.
A hundred times I've built accounts of thought.