moti jaisa rang ang me
moti jaisa rang ang me ras kaa saagar laharaaye
tere rup ki aanch lage to patthar dil bhi pighal jaaye
moti jaisa rang ang me

naino me hai tere jaise kirano kaa basera
naino me hai tere jaise kirano kaa basera
nikhra tera yauvan jaisa bikhra ho savera
suraj tere darshan ko
suraj tere darshan ko har din aaye-jaaye
moti jaisa rang ang me ras kaa saagar laharaaye
tere rup ki aanch lage to patthar dil bhi pighal jaaye
moti jaisa rang ang me

hoga vo bhi sundar jispe hogi teri chhaaya
hoga vo bhi sundar jispe hogi teri chhaaya
hoga vo bhi mohit jisne tujhko hai banaaya
jivan kar de roshan
jivan kar de roshan tu jo muskaraaye
moti jaisa rang ang me ras kaa saagar laharaaye
tere rup ki aanch lage to patthar dil bhi pighal jaaye
moti jaisa rang ang me

Pearl-hued is your form,
a sea of nectar flows within.
At the touch of your beauty,
even stone hearts begin to spin.
Pearl-hued is your form.

In your eyes, a dwelling place
for light's own first embrace.
Your youth unfolds, a dawn,
a scattered, radiant trace.
The sun itself, for your gaze,
returns each day, its course to chase.
Pearl-hued is your form,
a sea of nectar flows within.
At the touch of your beauty,
even stone hearts begin to spin.
Pearl-hued is your form.

Blessed is the one your shadow graces,
blessed the hand that shaped your faces.
Your smile, a beacon bright,
illuminates life's spaces.
Pearl-hued is your form,
a sea of nectar flows within.
At the touch of your beauty,
even stone hearts begin to spin.
Pearl-hued is your form.