sakhi kyu hone lagi
sakhi hriday me halachal kyo hone lagi
meri akhiyaan do chachal kyo hone lagi
gayaa bachapan kaa raat din aayaa vo aaj
tan kumhalaaye ab singaar se
paanv dabate hai yauvan ke bhaar se
koi kaano me gun gun gun gaane lagaa
dekho bhanvaraa bhi hamako sataane lagaa
dak maare kyo jor
mat kar itanaa shor
koi aayegaa teri pukaar se
paanv dabate hai
paanv dabate hai yauvan ke bhaar se

kanv sutaa priy shakuntalaa nahi aanchal saki sambhaal
rup dekh dushhyant kaa haay hui behaal

ye tapasvini vo raajaa phir bhi anhoni ho gayi
purn yauvanaa pratham milan ki pratham drishhti me kho gayi
raajaa ne bhi ghar aur jag ki zaraa na ki parvaah
shakuntala ke sag kiyaa ban me gandharv vivaah
kar vivaah de kar vachan
nr^ip ne kiyaa prasthaan
kintu shaapvashh bhul gaye vo shakuntalaa kaa dhyaan

bhul gaye kyo de ke vachan
tan ko jalaaye birahaa agan
yaa chale aao, yaa mujhako bulaao
darshan bin akulaaye nayan
bhul gaye kyo de ke vachan
bhul gaye bhul gaye bhul gaye
bhul gaye kyo bhul gaye

birahaa taap se byaakul birahan
sah na saki judaayi
priyavadaa ne maan ke god me ye kathaa sunaayi
maan ki mamataa bhari do akhiyaan karunaa se bhar aayin
pitaa kanv laadali shakun ko dete aaj bidaai

rone lagi aashram ke sakhiyaan saheli
rone lagi bagiyaa ki saathi chameli
hiranaa bhi roy jis ke sag zaraa kheli
chhod hame aaj kahaan chali ho akeli

kintu na koi kah sake pita ke ji ka haal
haatho me aashish hai hriday me hai bhauchaal
nayano me ullaas thaa man me milan ki aas
maan ke sag shakuntalaa pahunchi piyaa ke paas
badal gaye dushhyant nrip vidhi kaa ajab vidhaan
durvaasaa ke shaap vash sake nahi pahachaan

kaun ho kahaan se aa rahi ajaan naar tum
kyaa bataaun jab bhulaate ho hamaaraa pyaar tum
pyaar kaisaa pyaar, pyaar kaisaa pyaar
jhuthh bolati zabaan tum
dekh lo diyaa huaa aguthi kaa nishaan tum
mai na jaanataa tumhe ye kaisaa naari vash hai
mere garbh me tumhaare vash hi kaa ash hai

jaa apane ghar sundari khadi yahaan kyo maun
jaa kalakini piyaa nahi to ham bhi tumhaare kaun
tut padaa aakaash, phataa dharitri maan
mujhe sambhaalo god me piyaa hue agyaan

din beete aur raate beeti rud vidhata ne bair kiya
banke abhagan phir bhi suhagan ne baalak ko janm diya
putr bharat ko dekhkar magan ho gayi maa
lage bharat jis naam se bhaarat vikhyaat
aary putr yeh sury chandr ke tez sabhi harta tha
sinho ko jab rop teer tab daat gina karta tha
ek diwas dushyant bhulkar maarg waha jo aaye
baalak ko vichitar jaankar devi se wo takaraaye
aur wahi aayi shankuntala hile hriday ke taar
dekh anguthi yaad aa gaya wo aachan ka pyar
harte sab andhera hata aur mita andhera ghor

My friend, why does unrest stir within?
My friend, why do my eyes now dance and spin?
Childhood's day and night have flown, today arrives
My body wilts, though adorned with artifice,
Feet heavy now, burdened by youth's excess.
A whisper in my ears, a humming sound,
The honeybee torments, its sting unbound.
Why such a clamor, why this frantic plea?
Someone will answer, summoned by your decree.
Feet heavy now, burdened by youth's excess.

Kanya Shakuntala, could not guard her shawl,
Seeing Dushyant's form, her spirit to fall.
A hermit's daughter, a king's decree,
Yet the impossible, it had to be.
Full of youth, in that first meeting's gaze,
Lost in the moment, in a lover's maze.
The king, forgetting home and worldly strife,
Shakuntala, in the forest, became his wife.
He pledged his vows, then departed far away,
But the curse of forgetting, led him astray.
He forgot his promise, a fire burning bright,
Either come to me, or call me in the light!
Tears in my eyes, longing to be near.
Forgot their promise, lost in endless fear.
Forgot, forgot, forgot, forgot, forgot.

Burning with longing, the grieving one,
Could not bear separation, the setting sun.
Priyambada, in her mother's arms did weep,
And told this tale, the secrets to keep.
Her mother's eyes, filled with compassion's grace,
Father Kanva, sending his love on its way.
The friends of the hermitage, now in tears,
The jasmine companion, through all the years.
The deer did weep, with whom she used to play,
Leaving us now, alone to stray.
But none could speak the father's heart's true state,
With blessings in hand, and a heart to abate.
Joy in her eyes, longing to meet,
Shakuntala, with her mother, at her love's feet.
Dushyant changed, the decree of fate,
Durvasa's curse, sealed her cruel state.

Who are you? Where do you come from, stranger?
What can I say, when you forget our danger?
What love is this, what love is this?
A lying tongue, I see.
Look, the ring I gave you, the proof I see.
I do not know you, what kind of woman are you?
In my womb, your lineage, a part of you.
Go to your home, fair woman, why stand here in shame?
Go, woman of ill repute, I have no claim.
The sky fell apart, the earth did split,
Protect me, my husband, lost his wit.

Days have passed, and nights have flown,
Cruel fate, has sown.
Like an unblessed woman, but still a wife,
She gave birth to a child, a new life.
Seeing her son, Bharat, her heart did swell,
The name Bharat, echoes as India's spell.
This noble son, held the sun and moon's light,
When he shot arrows, he would make the lion's teeth count
One day, Dushyant, forgetting his way,
Came there, encountering the child that day.
He was struck by the sight, and met the divine,
And there came Shakuntala, her heart to align.
Seeing the ring, he remembered, a past time.
He removed all misfortune, and vanished the dark chime.