nam mera prem kali, prem kali mar ke chali
raste me khud ki gali prem gali
usane mera nam liya, maine jiya tham liya
usane mujhe chhed diya, maine munh pher diya
marati kya karati
raste me vo khada tha, kab se mere pichhe pada tha
raste me vo khada tha, kab se mere pichhe pada tha
josh bada usako chadha tha
raste me vo khada tha, kab se mere pichhe pada tha
raste me vo khada tha, kab se mere pichhe pada tha

bich dagar mel hua, aur shuru khel hua
bich dagar mel hua, aur shuru khel hua
naino se nain lade, raste me log khade
dil dhak se dol gaya, kya kuchh vo bol gaya
khatara mai bhap gai dharati kap gai
karati mai kya karati
vo apani zid pe ada tha, kab se mere pichhe pada tha
vo apani zid pe ada tha, kab se mere pichhe pada tha
are raste me vo khada tha, kab se mere pichhe pada tha
raste me vo khada tha, kab se mere pichhe pada tha

husn ke ye kitane jatan, husn ke ye kitane jatan
maine chura liya badan
hat pare are hat pare maine kaha dekh idhar usane kaha
khali nahi aya hun mai dekh aguthi laya hun mai
vaise mai to na leti aguthi phek deti
par usame hira jada tha, kab se mere pichhe pada tha
are raste me vo khada tha, kab se mere pichhe pada tha
raste me vo khada tha, kab se mere pichhe pada tha

My name, a love-bud frail, a love-bud doomed to fail,
In love's lane, my own lane, love's sad trail.
He spoke my name, I held my breath,
He teased my soul, I turned from death.
What could I do?

He stood upon the road, long had he stalked my abode,
He stood upon the road, long had he stalked my abode,
His passion now bestowed.
He stood upon the road, long had he stalked my abode,
He stood upon the road, long had he stalked my abode.

Midway, our fates entwined, a game of hearts designed,
Midway, our fates entwined, a game of hearts designed.
Eyes met eyes, on pathways thronged,
A startled heart, by whispers wronged.
Danger I sensed, the earth did shake,
What choice to make?

His will was set, his pursuit, a shadowed bet,
His will was set, his pursuit, a shadowed bet,
Ah, on the road he stood, his shadow yet,
He stood upon the road, his shadow yet.

Beauty's charms, a countless art,
Beauty's charms, a countless art.
I hid my form, my beating heart.
"Begone, begone!" I cried, he turned and spied,
"Not empty-handed, I bring this bride,
A ring I bring to you!"
Though I'd decline, this ring of mine,
But in it a diamond gleamed, his chase it seemed,
On the road he stood, his shadow yet,
Ah, on the road he stood, his shadow yet.