mitti me mil gaya hai tera naam dekh le
chhoti si ek bhul ka azaam dekh le

nazar uthane se pahale hi jhuka leti to achchha tha
nazar uthane se pahale hi jhuka leti to achchha tha
tu apne aap ko parada banaa leti to achchha tha
nazar uthane se pahale hi jhuka leti to achchha tha

tere hotho ki ye surkhi tere chehare ki raunak hai
tere hotho ki ye surkhi tere chehare ki raunak hai
ye surkhi maang me apne saja leti to achchha tha
nazar uthane se pahale hi jhuka leti to achchha tha

tere shane pe laharate hue aanchal ka kya kahana
tere shane pe laharate hue aanchal ka kya kahana
isi aanchal se ik ghunghat banaa leti to achchha tha
nazar uthane se pahale hi jhuka leti to achchha tha

jo kaanto se ulajhakar phul tode bhi to kya tode
jo kaanto se ulajhakar phul tode bhi to kya tode
samajh kar soch kar daaman bachaa leti to achchha tha
nazar uthane se pahale hi jhuka leti to achchha tha

idhar raginiyan thi aur udhar maan-baap ki khushiya
idhar raginiyan thi aur udhar maan-baap ki khushiya
unhe khush karake tu unaki dua leti to achchha tha
nazar uthane se pahale hi jhuka leti to achchha tha

Your name, now dust within the earth, observe,
The consequence of a small misstep, perceive.
Before your gaze could rise, had you but bowed,
Before your gaze could rise, had you but shrouded,
And veiled yourself, a secret to be kept,
Before your gaze could rise, had you but wept...

The crimson blush that blooms upon your lip,
The vibrant glow that dances in your skip,
If you, instead, had worn it in your hair,
Before your gaze could rise, and filled the air
With silent grace, a hidden, hallowed art,
Before your gaze could rise, had blessed the heart...

The graceful fall of fabric on your shoulder,
The tale of beauty, braver, bolder,
If you, from that, a veil had gently spun,
Before your gaze could rise, had overcome,
And cloaked yourself in modesty’s embrace,
Before your gaze could rise, had found your place...

To pluck a flower, tangled in the thorn,
Though beauty won, a lesson to be borne,
If you, with wisdom, kept your garment pure,
Before your gaze could rise, and would endure
The trials of life, with spirit strong and free,
Before your gaze could rise, serenity...

Here, vibrant hues, and there, your parents’ joy,
A silent plea, a cherished, fragile toy,
Had you, with them, found happiness and grace,
And sought their blessings in that sacred space,
Before your gaze could rise, and find its end,
Before your gaze could rise, a faithful friend...