kuch nayi nayi wo baat thi
shadi ki pahli raat thi
kuch nayi nayi wo baat thi
shadi ki pahli raat thi
kitne the betab hum
josh tha par hosh tha kam
kuch nayi nayi wo baat thi
shadi ki pahli raat thi
kuch nayi nayi wo baat thi

paas wo aayi thi aur muskurai thi
paas wo aayi thi aur muskurai thi
maine hatho me uska hath liya
gajra use us raat diya
chahat ki shuruaat thi
kuch nayi nayi wo baat thi
shadi ki pahli raat thi

phir roz me gajra lata tha
ghar jaldi vapas aata tha
zulfo ko mahkata
kya kya kar jata tha
kya kya kar jata tha
kya kya kar jata tha
har raat suhani raat thi
kuch nayi nayi wo baat thi
shadi ki pahli raat thi

pahli baar diya jab
gajra uske hatho me
gajra uske hatho me
gajra uske hatho me
hath uske kaanpe
aur pyar tha aankho me
pyar tha aankho me
pyar tha aankho me

pyar ki pahli barsat thi
kuch nayi nayi wo baat thi
shadi ki pahli raat thi
raat ki shuruaat thi
har raat suhani raat thi
pyar ki pahli barsat thi
kuch nayi nayi wo baat thi

ye silsile fir rukne lage
arman dil ke bujhne lage
puchho na kya baat thi
ye bhi nayi kuch baat thi

aaj bhi jab mai kisi phulo
ki dukan se gujarta hu
nahi bhulta hu mai kabhi
ek gajra kharida karta hu
lekin aaj ye gajra
kambkhat mahakta nahi
pahle ki tarha dil bhi dhadakta nahi
jo wada tumse kiya tha kabhi
wo ab bhi nibhaya karta hu

tasvir pe teri haar nahi
mai gajra sazaya karta hu
mai gajra sazaya karta hu

A novel world, a whispered start,
The wedding night, a beating heart.
A tender truth, a brand new art,
The wedding night, a beating heart.
A novel world, a whispered start.

She drew me close, a gentle smile,
My hand in hers, across the mile.
A garland given, for a while,
Desire's dawn, in tender style,
The wedding night, a beating heart.

Each day I'd bring, a floral prize,
To rush back home, beneath her eyes.
Her tresses kissed, in sweet surprise,
Each night a dream, beneath the skies,
The wedding night, a sweet sunrise.
The first time, when I gave a floral prize,
Her hands did tremble, love in her eyes.
Love in her eyes.

Love's first rain, a sweet surprise,
The wedding night, beneath the skies,
The start of night, a sweet sunrise,
Each night a dream, beneath the skies,
Love's first rain, a sweet surprise,
Then, things began to fade and die,
The heart's desires began to sigh,
Ask not the reason, as time flew by.
This too, a whispered memory.

Even now, when passing blooms,
I never forget, dispelling glooms.
A garland bought, through fragrant rooms,
But now the scent no longer blooms,
My heart no longer brightly consumes.
The vows I made, I still pursue,
A wreath upon your photo, true.
My mind with garlands, I imbue.