tera gora gora tera gora gora
mukhda salona
haye kar gaya
koi jadu tona
o wo to ho hi gaya wo to ho hi gaya
ab jo tha hona
biti bato ke liye
bhla kya rona
o tera gora gora
mukhda salona
haye kar gaya
koi jadu tona
o wo to ho hi gaya
ab jo tha hona
biti bato ke liye
bhla kya rona

julfe jo lahraye dil ud ud jaye
balkhati hai ye chal
sambhala to karo
dil khud jo udaye
unhe kaise samjhaye
o dil khud jo udaye
unhe kaise samjhaye
kabhi yaha kabhi waha
dil uchhala na karo
o mere dil ko ji
mere dil ko samaj ke khilona
haye kar gaya koi jadu tona
haye wo to ho hi gaya wo to ho hi gaya
ab jo tha hona
biti bato ke liye
bhla kya rona
o tera gora gora mukhda salona
haye kar gaya koi jadu tona

kabhi aankhe to milao
do do baate kar jao
o dekho bhole bhale
dil ko jalana hai bura
bura hume na batao
apne ko samjhao
bura hume na batao
apne ko samjhao
aate jate dil raaho
me lutana hai bura
o kise pata tha kise pata tha
padega dil khona
haye kar gaya
koi jadu tona
wo to ho hi gaya wo to ho hi gaya
ab jo tha hona
biti bato ke liye
bhla kya rona
tera gora gora mukhda salona
haye kar gaya koi jadu tona
wo to ho hi gaya wo to ho hi gaya
ab jo tha hona
biti bato ke liye
bhla kya rona

Your fair, fair, oh so fair,
Your radiant face, a sunlit snare.
A spell was cast, a mystic art,
That seized the very core of heart.
And what was meant, has come to be,
Why weep for what can no longer be.
Oh, your fair, fair, oh so fair,
Your radiant face, a sunlit snare.
A spell was cast, a mystic art,
And what was meant, has claimed the heart.
Why weep for what can no longer be.

Your tresses sway, and hearts take flight,
A graceful dance in fading light.
Handle with care, this tender plea,
How to soothe the heart set free?
Oh, how to soothe the heart set free?
Never toss the heart around,
Here and there, on hallowed ground.
My heart, my love, a fragile toy,
A spell was cast, a sweet decoy.
And what was meant, has come to be,
Why weep for what can no longer be.
Oh, your fair, fair, oh so fair,
A spell was cast, a mystic art.

If only you would meet my gaze,
And share a word in bygone days.
See, to set a tender heart aflame,
Is wrong, a wicked game.
Do not scold us, understand,
How passing hearts through desert sand
Is wrong, a wicked game.
In pathways lost, the heart is spent,
Who knew the heart would be rent?
A spell was cast, a sweet decoy.
And what was meant, has come to be,
Why weep for what can no longer be.
Oh, your fair, fair, oh so fair,
A spell was cast, a mystic art.
And what was meant, has come to be,
Why weep for what can no longer be.