nazaro me rang hai tumhare labo ka
phulo me khusbu tumhare badan ki
nazaro me rang hai tumhare labo ka
phulo me khusbu tumhare badan ki
lee hai najakat kaliyo ne tumse
lee hai najakat kalio ne tumse
sawari hai kismat tumne chaman ki
tumne chaman ki tumne chaman ki

ye khabar aayegi kal ke akhbar me
ye khabar aayegi kal ke akhbar me
ek ladka pagal ho gaya
ek ladki ke pyar me pyar me
pyar me pyar me pyar me

julfe tumhari ghata se hai kali
adao me sokhi mohabbat ki janam
yu lag raha hai tumhe dekh kar
yu lag raha hai tumhe dekh kar
jaise pari koi jannat ki janam
jannat ki janam jannat ki janam
ye hai sayar koi karta hai sayri
ye hai sayar koi karta hai sayri
are diwana hai mujhko jo
kahta hai mai pari mai pari
mai pari mai pari mai pari

tum angdayi logi jo aise
to dil hamara machalne lagega
chayega aisa nasha dhadkano pe
haye chayega aisa nasha dhadkano me
dil ye kasam se bahakne lagega
bahakne lagega bahakne lagega
ye hai majnu koi ise laila chahiye
are ye hai majnu koi ise laila chahiye
mai logo se kah dungi
ise pathar se mariye mariye
mariye mariye mariye na

nazaro me rang hai tumhare labo ka
phulo me khusbu tuhmare badan ki
lee hai najakat kaliyo me tumse
lee hai najakat kaliyo me tumse
sawari hai kismat tumne chaman ki
tumne chaman ki tumne chaman ki
ye khabar aayegi kal ke akhbar me
ye khabar aayegi kal ke akhbar me
ek ladka pagal ho gaya
ek ladki ke pyar me pyar me
pyar me pyar me pyar me

The hues of your lips paint the scenes,
The scent of your body breathes in blooms.
The tender buds, they learned from you,
The tender buds, from your grace consume.
You are the fortune, you tend the grove,
You tend the grove, your love we prove.

This news will grace tomorrow's page,
This news will fill tomorrow's page,
A boy has lost his mind,
Lost to love, within a cage.
In love, in love, in love's sweet rage.

Your tresses dark as gathering storm,
Your gestures, the mischief of love's heart.
Beholding you, it feels so true,
Beholding you, right from the start,
Like an angel from heaven's art,
Heaven's art, heaven's art.
Here's a poet, crafting verse so deep,
Here's a poet, his verses sweep,
He's mad for me, they say,
He claims I'm angel, while I weep,
I'm angel, I'm angel, in slumber's keep.

If you should stretch, in graceful sway,
Our hearts will leap, and then they'll yearn.
A rapture will enfold our beats,
A rapture will in our heart burn,
Our hearts, I swear, will start to turn,
Start to turn, start to learn.
Here's Majnu, with a Leila's plea,
Here's Majnu, his soul to free,
I'll tell the crowd, I'll make them see,
To stone him, that's what he'll agree,
Stone him, stone him, let him flee.

The hues of your lips paint the scenes,
The scent of your body breathes in blooms.
The tender buds, they learned from you,
The tender buds, from your grace consume.
You are the fortune, you tend the grove,
You tend the grove, your love we prove.
This news will grace tomorrow's page,
This news will fill tomorrow's page,
A boy has lost his mind,
Lost to love, within a cage.
In love, in love, in love's sweet rage.