tujhko fursat se vidhaata ne racha
hriday tujhko kya diya hai raam ne
chaand chaahe mujhse mukhda pher le
tu rahe baithi nazar ke saamne
tujhko fursat se vidhaata ne racha

chaand to chhaaya hai tere rang ki
shayaron ki daad pa kar tan gaya
jismhir tha tune apne rup ko
wo tera darpan hi chanda ban gaya
bin pilaaye hi mujhko bahka diya
teri ankhiyon ke gulaabi jaam ne
tujhko fursat se vidhaata ne racha

tum ho priyatam mere man ke devta
main tumhaare in charan ki dhul hoon
tum ho puja tum meri aaradhna
main tumhaari sadhna ka phool hoon
gir nahin sakta koyi majhdhaar mein
tum badho jiski kalaayi thaamne
tujhko fursat se vidhaata ne racha

The Maker, with leisure, crafted you,
A heart, a gift from Ram above.
Though moon may turn its face away,
You sit, before my gaze, my love.
The Maker, with leisure, crafted you.

The moon, a shadow of your hues,
Swelled, praised by poets' song and art.
A mirror was your form, it seemed,
The moon, reflecting back your heart.
Without a drink, you made me sway,
Your eyes, those goblets, rose and deep.
The Maker, with leisure, crafted you.

You are, my love, my mind's own god,
I am the dust beneath your feet.
You are the worship, I adore,
I am the flower, your soul to meet.
None can drown, the currents strong,
If you will clasp their wrist to keep.
The Maker, with leisure, crafted you.