man ye saheb ji, jane hai sab ji
phir bhi banaye bahane
naina nawabi ji, dekhe hain sab ji
phir bhi na samjhe ishare
man ye saheb ji ha karta bahane
naina nawabi ji na samjhe ishare
dheere dheere, naino ko dheere dheere
jiya ko dheere dheere, bhayo re saaibo
dheere dheere, begana dheere dheere
apna sa dheere dheere, laage re saaibo
saaibo saaibo
saaibo

surkhiya hai hawao me
do dilo ke milne ki
arziya hai nazaro me
lamha ye tham jane ki
ho kaisi hujuri ji ye lab dikhlaye
chuppi laga ke bhi gazab hai ye dhaye
dheere dheere, naino ko dheere dheere
jiya ko dheere dheere, bhayo re saaibo
dheere dheere, begaana dheere dheere
apna sa dheere dheere, laage re saaibo
saaibo saaibo

dheere dheere, naino ko dheere dheere
jiya ko dheere dheere, bhayo re saaibo
dheere dheere, begana dheere dheere
apna sa dheere dheere, laage re saaibo
saaibo saaibo haye, saaibo

The heart, a master, knows all things,
Yet weaves excuses, the spirit strains.
These eyes, noble, have seen it all,
Still fail to grasp the subtle calls.

The heart, the master, agrees with pretense,
These noble eyes, they miss the hints.
Slowly, slowly, to the eyes,
Slowly, slowly, to the soul,
He has become beloved, O Soul.
Slowly, slowly, a stranger slowly,
Like our own slowly, he feels, O Soul.
Soul, O Soul, Soul.

Rumors on the breeze now fly,
Of two hearts entwined nearby.
Prayers upon the sights,
For this moment to hold tight.
What a presence, these lips reveal,
Silence speaks volumes, how they conceal.
Slowly, slowly, to the eyes,
Slowly, slowly, to the soul,
He has become beloved, O Soul.
Slowly, slowly, a stranger slowly,
Like our own slowly, he feels, O Soul.
Soul, O Soul.

Slowly, slowly, to the eyes,
Slowly, slowly, to the soul,
He has become beloved, O Soul.
Slowly, slowly, a stranger slowly,
Like our own slowly, he feels, O Soul.
Soul, O Soul, Soul.