tere chehare me hai jo bat kisi aur me nahi
tere chehare me hai jo bat kisi aur me nahi
aisa jalwa na koi hai na hua na hoga ho
tere chehare me hai jo bat kisi aur me nahi
aisa jalwa na koi hai na hua na hoga haye
tere chehare me hai jo bat kisi aur me nahi

apne uljhe huye balo ko sawar jane de
phul si apni ye rukhsar nikhar jane de
apne uljhe hue balo ko sawar jane de
phul si apni ye ruksar nikhar jane de
sadgi hoti hai rukhsat to use hone de
jism par rang jo bikhre to bikhar jane de
tere chehare me hai jo bat kisi aur me nahi

ab teri chal ko tufan uthane honge
jitne soye huye fitni hai jagane honge
ab teri chal ko tufan uthane honge
jitne soye hue fitni hai jagane honge
apni aankho ko isharo ki ijajat dekar
un isharo se kai rangi zamane honge
tere chehare me hai jo bat kisi aur me nahi

ye banawat ka zamana hai banawat mange
chahe jhuthi hi sahi phir bhi sajawat mange
ye banawat ka zamana hai banawat mange
chahe jhuti hi sahi phir bhi sajawat mange
dil magar mera tere pyar ka diwana hai
tere kadmo ki fakat halki si aahat mange
tere chehare me hai jo bat kisi aur me nahi
aisa jalwa na koi hai na hua na hoga ho
tere chehare me hai jo bat kisi aur me nahi

In your face, a language others lack,
A brilliance unmatched, upon no track.
No other soul has shown, nor will, nor can,
In your face, a language, for the soul of man.

Let your tangled tresses find release,
And like a bloom, let your cheeks increase
Their fragile blush, their tender, open grace.
If simplicity must yield, then give it space.
Let colours bloom, and on your body gleam,
In your face, a language, like a whispered dream.

Now let your gait unleash the storm's decree,
Awakening the sleeping ecstasy.
Now let your gait unleash the wildest roar,
And stir the slumbering passions to the core.
Grant eyes permission, let them softly speak,
And with each glance, a vibrant world to seek.
In your face, a language, secrets to explore.

This age of artifice, demands its lie,
And craves the falsehood, though it cannot fly.
This age of masks, of beauty built on sand,
Demands a surface, a deceitful hand.
Yet my heart, a captive, for your love it sighs,
And asks but for the echo of your guise.
In your face, a language, that will never die.
A brilliance unmatched, reaching for the sky.
In your face, a language, where my soul can lie.