tu bemisal hai teri tarif kya karu
mastana chaal hai teri tarif kya karu
aankho se pi raha hu mujhe hosh hi nahi
tu bemisal hai teri tarif kya karu

aanhko me nashila sa jal hai
chehre pe haya ki laali hai
phulo ki mahak hai baalo me
phulo ki mahak hai baalo me
har ek ada matwali hai
tu bemisal hai teri tarif kya karu
mastana chaal hai teri tarif kya karu
aankho se pi raha hu mujhe hosh hi nahi
tu bemisal hai teri tarif kya karu

julfo ko agar dekhe sawan
sawan ko pasina aa jaye
gaalo ko agar dekhe bijli
gaalo ko agar dekhe bijli
baadal me sharam se chhup jaye
tu bemisal hai teri tarif kya karu
mastana chaal hai teri tarif kya karu
aankho se pi raha hu mujhe hosh hi nahi
tu bemisal hai teri tarif kya karu

tu shokh hawa hai ghulshan ki
daaman se lipatne aayi hai
imaan jo le le duniya ka
imaan jo le le duniya ka
kaatil woh teri angdaayi hai
tu bemisal hai teri tarif kya karu
mastana chaal hai teri tarif kya karu
aankho se pi raha hu mujhe hosh hi nahi
tu bemisal hai teri tarif kya karu

How to sing of your perfection, I, a mortal?
Your intoxicating gait, how to praise it?
Drunk on the gaze of your eyes, senses scattered,
How to sing of your perfection, I?

In your eyes, a nectar's languid sway,
On your cheeks, the blush of modesty's fire,
The fragrance of blossoms in your hair's cascade,
Each gesture, a dance of pure desire.
How to sing of your perfection, I, a mortal?
Your intoxicating gait, how to praise it?
Drunk on the gaze of your eyes, senses scattered,
How to sing of your perfection, I?

If the monsoon beheld your tresses' might,
The summer itself would break in sweat's embrace,
If lightning should glance upon your cheeks' glow,
Shame would force it to hide in the clouds' space.
How to sing of your perfection, I, a mortal?
Your intoxicating gait, how to praise it?
Drunk on the gaze of your eyes, senses scattered,
How to sing of your perfection, I?

You are the playful breeze of the rose garden,
Come to cling to my garment's edge so near,
The world's faith would crumble at your glance,
Your every stretch, a killer, I hold so dear.
How to sing of your perfection, I, a mortal?
Your intoxicating gait, how to praise it?
Drunk on the gaze of your eyes, senses scattered,
How to sing of your perfection, I?