mizaj-e-garami, dua hai apki
mizaj-e-garami, dua hai apki
badi khubasurat ada hai apki
badi khubasurat nigah hai apki
mizaj-e-garami, dua hai apki
mizaj-e-garami, dua hai apki

khoya khoya-sa kuchh gumasum
mai ajakal rahata hun har mahafil me
mai ajakal rahata hun har mahafil me
koi dawa to batalao ke dard rahata hai
zara-sa dil me
yahi dard-e-dil to dava hai aapki
yahi dard-e-dil to dava hai aapki
mizaj-e-garami, dua hai aapki

marzi hai aj kya fiza ki
jo aj mera dil yun hi dhadaka rahi hai
jo aj mera dil yun hi dhadaka rahi hai
kya ho gaya hai is hava ko
jo aise meri zulfo ko bikhara rahi hai
kare kya ke ashiq hava hai aapki
kare kya ke ashiq hava hai aapki
mizaj-e-garami, dua hai aapki
mizaj-e-garami, dua hai aapki

aye na nid muhabbat me
to rat suhani koi kaise guzare
to rat suhani koi kaise guzare
sota hai chain se zamana
guzarata hun mai rat gin-ginake tare
khata hai yeh kisaki khata hai aapki
khata hai yeh kisaki khata hai aapki
mizaj-e-garami, dua hai aapki
mizaj-e-garami, dua hai aapki
badi khubasurat ada hai aapki
badi khubasurat nigah hai aapki
mizaj-e-garami, dua hai aapki
mizaj-e-garami, dua hai aapki

Your grace, a prayer upon my lips,
Your grace, a prayer upon my lips,
Such exquisite beauty in your form,
Such beauty in your gaze's warm norm.
Your grace, a prayer upon my lips,
Your grace, a prayer upon my lips.

Lost, adrift, in a silent haze,
I wander now through life's maze.
I wander now through life's maze.
Is there a cure for this ache,
That lingers, a whisper in my days?
This heart's own pain, it is your cure,
This heart's own pain, it is your cure.
Your grace, a prayer upon my lips.

What whim of the air holds sway,
That my heart beats wild this day?
That my heart beats wild this day?
What stirs this wind, so free and bold,
That scatters through my hair's array?
What choice for one in love with air,
What choice for one in love with air?
Your grace, a prayer upon my lips,
Your grace, a prayer upon my lips.

If sleep evades in love's sweet keep,
How can a night of joy be deep?
How can a night of joy be deep?
The world in peace does softly dream,
While I count stars, my vigil keep.
Whose fault is this, whose fault, but thine?
Whose fault is this, whose fault, but thine?
Your grace, a prayer upon my lips,
Your grace, a prayer upon my lips,
Such exquisite beauty in your form,
Such beauty in your gaze's warm norm.
Your grace, a prayer upon my lips,
Your grace, a prayer upon my lips.