tu chale sang chale sabhi gul
apna hai ye khayal, apna hai ye khayal
tu chale sang chale sabhi gul
apna hai ye khayal, apna hai ye khayal
hai aisa lage waha roz khile gul
jaha tera aana jana

hai aisa lage gul galti se ban gaye
rab ne tha tujhe banana
ye mehka mausam husn ka aalam hai teri hi parchai
apna hai ye khayal, apna hai ye khayal
tu chale sang chale sabhi gul
apna hai ye khayal, apna hai ye khayal

tu na jaane na na jaane na na na re
jaana tera khayal, jaana tera kya haal
tere jiya ki taal surmayi
aankho me hai shabaab jaise khile gulaab
dekhe aise hi khwaab hum kai

tere aane se yaar aisa aaya nikhar
jaise aayi bahar ho nayi
tere hotho ke jaam pilu subah shaam
tu toh mera hi naam ho gayi

meri duniya me tune hai rang bhara
mere saath ye duniya dekh zara
meri tu hi toh hai pyari duniya, saari duniya
mere hum kadam, tu chale sang chale sabhi gul
apna hai ye khayal, apna hai ye khayal
hai aisa lage waha roz khile gul
jaha tera aana jana

hai aisa lage gul galti se ban gaye
rab ne tha tujhe banana
ye mehka mausam husn ka aalam hai teri hi parchai
apna hai ye khayal, apna hai ye khayal

dur khile rang kaun sa rang tera hai batlana
lo hath se chhuta dil rang tere maine rang hai jana
mehak gayi hai le khushbu mehka tera jo hai ye aanchal
phulo ki tu hai rani ya phir tu hai koi sandal

dhimi dhimi baate sahaj sugam mausam
piya mere aise mausam ab aayenge hardum
tu jo mujhe haasil naina kare jhilmil
sathi tere hone se hai khushiyo ke ye kafile
tu chale sang chale sabhi gul

apna hai ye khayal, apna hai ye khayal
hai aisa lage gul galti se ban gaye
rab ne tha tujhe banana

hai aisa lage waha roz khile gul, jaha tera aana jana
ye mehka mausam husn ka aalam hai teri hi parchai
apna hai ye khayal, apna hai ye khayal
tu chale sang chale sabhi gul apna hai ye khayal
apna hai ye khayal

Where you walk, all flowers bloom,
This thought, my own, a sunlit room.
Where you walk, all flowers bloom,
This thought, my own, dispels the gloom.

It feels as though, where you reside,
Each day new blossoms open wide.
As if the flowers, by chance were made,
The Divine intended, your form displayed.

This scented season, beauty's realm,
Is but your shadow, at the helm.
This thought, my own, my guiding star,
Where you walk, all flowers are.
This thought, my own, near and far.

You know not, no, you do not know,
Your thought, my love, begins to glow.
Your heart's sweet rhythm, a melody,
In your eyes, youth's vibrancy.
Like blooming roses, I see.
I dream these dreams eternally.
With your arrival, beauty springs,
Like a new spring, joy it brings.

From your lips, the nectar I drink,
Morning and night, I never shrink,
For you have become, my very name,
My world, you've filled with vibrant flame.
Come, see this world with me, my dear,
My world, my life, banish all fear.
You are my world, all of it, true,
My companion, where you go, flowers accrue.
Where you walk, all flowers bloom,
This thought, my own, my sunlit room.

It feels as though, where you reside,
Each day new blossoms open wide.
As if the flowers, by chance were made,
The Divine intended, your form displayed.
This scented season, beauty's realm,
Is but your shadow, at the helm.
This thought, my own, my guiding star.

Distant hues, which color is your own?
From my hand, my heart slipped, your color known.
Your fragrance fills, your veil of scent so sweet,
A queen of blooms, or sandal at your feet.
Soft, gentle words, a summer's ease,
My love, may such a season never cease.
You, my prize, eyes that gently gleam,
Your presence brings, a joyful stream.

Where you walk, all flowers bloom,
This thought, my own, dispels the gloom.
It feels as though, by chance they grew,
The Divine intended, creating you.
It feels as though, where you reside,
Each day new blossoms open wide.
This scented season, beauty's realm,
Is but your shadow, at the helm.
This thought, my own, my guiding star.
Where you walk, all flowers are.
This thought, my own, near and far.