mukhda baalam ka
mukhda baalam ka chanda ko sharmaye
aa man me aag lagaye
ha mukhda baalam ka
mukhda baalam ka
mukhda baalam ka chanda ko sharmaye
aa man me aag lagaye
ha mukhda baalam ka

dhire dhire malu chunariya aur sochu ye baat
dhire dhire malu chunariya aur sochu ye baat
meri gali jo aaye baalam wahi pakad lu hath
meri gali jo aaye baalam wahi pakad lu hath
ha mukhda baalam ka
mukhda baalam ka chanda ko sharmaye
aa man me aag lagaye
ha mukhda baalam ka

bin puchhe nirmohi mere man me bas gaya aake
bin puchhe nirmohi mere man me bas gaya aake
ha jate jate de gaya aahe
jate jate de gaya aahe
haye tikhe haye tikhe nain milake
ha mukhda baalam ka
mukhda baalam ka chanda ko sharmaye
aa man me aag lagaye
ha mukhda baalam ka

rut mastani kahe kahani mera man bahlaye
rut mastani kahe kahani mera man bahlaye
sunkar naam balam ka manwa hath se nikla jaye
sunkar naam balam ka manwa hath se nikla jaye
ha mukhda baalam ka
mukhda baalam ka chanda ko sharmaye
aa man me aag lagaye
ha mukhda baalam ka

His face, a moon that shames the moon itself,
Ignites a fire in my soul's deep shelf.
His face, his face,
His face, a moon that shames the moon itself,
Ignites a fire in my soul's deep shelf.
His face.

Slowly I caress my veil, and ponder this,
Slowly I caress my veil, and ponder this:
Should he grace my lane, I’d seize his hand with bliss.
Should he grace my lane, I’d seize his hand with bliss.
His face,
His face, a moon that shames the moon itself,
Ignites a fire in my soul's deep shelf.
His face.

Unasked, the heartless one resides within,
Unasked, the heartless one resides within,
Departing, sighs he breathes, the ache begins.
Departing, sighs he breathes, the ache begins,
With piercing eyes that meet and then rescind.
His face,
His face, a moon that shames the moon itself,
Ignites a fire in my soul's deep shelf.
His face.

This drunken season tells my heart’s own tale,
This drunken season tells my heart’s own tale,
Hearing his name, my spirit starts to sail.
Hearing his name, my spirit starts to sail,
My heart escapes, beyond my weak control.
His face,
His face, a moon that shames the moon itself,
Ignites a fire in my soul's deep shelf.
His face.