sunder sunder phool kamal ka o pyara pyara laage
vo pyara pyara lage vo pyara pyara lage
vo pyara pyara lage
sunder sunder phool kamal ka vo pyara pyara lage
vo pyara pyara lage vo pyara pyara lage
vo pyara pyara lage

bhambhare iske roop ke pyase bhambhare iske roop ke pyase
bhambhare iske roop ke pyase bhambhare iske roop ke pyase
pahde jhuthe unhe chusaate pahde jhuthe unhe chusaate
hay na jaane kitne pakke hay na jaane kitne pakke
chand ke kachche dhage
vo pyara pyara lage vo pyara pyara lage
vo pyara pyara lage
sunder sunder phool kamal ka pyara pyara lage
vo pyara pyara lage vo pyara pyara lage
vo pyara pyara lage

o malsa manka o chunne o phool to malke mera
o malsa manka o chunne o phool to malke mera
preet ki dori se baandh liya kya bigde tera
preet ki dori se baandh liya kya bigde tera
jiski bigdi bne usi ki jiski bigdi bne usi ki
bhagya usi ke jage
vo pyara pyara lage vo pyara pyara lage
vo pyara pyara lage
sunder sunder phool kamal ka pyara pyara lage
vo pyara pyara lage vo pyara pyara lage
vo pyara pyara lage

phir phool kamal ke phir phool kamal ke
pyar se chalke bole ye to phool bole ye to phool
jiski pyas bhujhe re phulwa jiski pyas bhujhe re phulwa
bhej jara ye phool bhej jara ye phool
phirun kapti hoke raja phirun kapti hoke raja
jiske peeche aage
vo pyara pyara lage
vo pyara pyara lage
sunder sunder phool kamal ka pyara pyara lage
vo pyara pyara lage vo pyara pyara lage
vo pyara pyara lage

The lotus blooms, a vision so fair,
Oh, how it shines, beyond compare,
So lovely it seems,
So lovely it seems,
So lovely it seems.
The lotus blooms, a vision so fair,
Oh, how it shines, beyond compare,
So lovely it seems,
So lovely it seems,
So lovely it seems.

Bees, they thirst for its form so bright,
Bees, they thirst for its form so bright,
Bees, they thirst for its form so bright,
Bees, they thirst for its form so bright.
False veils they suck, a fleeting taste,
And how many remain, truly chaste,
Strung on the moon's, a delicate thread,
So lovely it seems, Oh, lovely is said,
So lovely it seems.
The lotus blooms, a vision so fair,
Oh, how it shines, beyond compare,
So lovely it seems,
So lovely it seems,
So lovely it seems.

Oh, the heart's desire, to choose,
Oh, the heart's desire, to choose,
To pluck this bloom, and my soul infuse,
To pluck this bloom, and my soul infuse,
With love's silken cord, has bound to you,
What harm can befall, to the truest and new?
Whose plight is resolved, to that one alone,
Whose fortune awakens, on a sacred throne.
So lovely it seems, Oh, lovely is said,
So lovely it seems.
The lotus blooms, a vision so fair,
Oh, how it shines, beyond compare,
So lovely it seems,
So lovely it seems,
So lovely it seems.

Then lotus blooms again,
then lotus blooms again,
Whispering with love, again and again,
The flower speaks, the flower speaks true,
Whose thirst is quenched, by the flower's hue,
Send a bloom there, send a bloom anew,
I wander trembling, for my king's view,
Whose every behind, whose every ahead,
So lovely it seems, Oh, lovely is said,
So lovely it seems.
The lotus blooms, a vision so fair,
Oh, how it shines, beyond compare,
So lovely it seems,
So lovely it seems,
So lovely it seems.