tujhe laage na nazariya
kyu na odhe tu chunariya
o tujhe laage na nazariya
odh le chunariya
tirchi nigahe mere dil pe giraye re
bijuria bijuria
tirchi nigahe mere dil pe giraye re
bijuria bijuria

haye tera sharmana tauba tera itrana
jo bhi dekhe ho jaye wo diwana tera
sone jaisa tan tera uf bholapan tera
mujhko bhi kar gaye diwana diwana

o sun baanki re gujariya
yahi bole hai dagariya
sun baanki re gujariya
bole ye dagariya
lachke kamariya to chhalke gagariya
ke luti re bazariya
lachke kamariya to chhalke gagariya
ke luti re bazariya

khabo ki tu rani hai, geeto ki jawani hai
tere bina ab kahin laage na jiya
itni si kahani hai, tu hi zindgani hai
goriya ye tune kaisa jadu hai kiya
o sun baanki re gujariya
ha meri bholi si bawariya
o sun baanki re gujariya
bholi si bawariya
teri angdai mere dil ko hai bhayi
chhayi banke badariya
haye teri angdai mere dil ko hai bhayi
chhayi banke badariya

o tujhe laage na nazariya

o kyu na odhe tu chunariya
o tujhe laage na nazariya
o kyu na odhe tu chunariya
tujhe laage na nazariya

The gaze that wounds, it finds no home,
Why veil not in a crimson dome?
The gaze that wounds, it finds no home,
Wrap yourself in crimson home.
Slanting eyes, a lightning strike,
Upon my heart, where shadows hike,
A sudden flash, a fiery spark,
Upon my heart, within the dark.

Your shy retreat, a tempting art,
Your playful sway, that tears apart.
Who sees you now, becomes a slave,
The golden body, sweet to save.
Your innocence, a tender grace,
Has stolen me from time and space.

Oh, listen, maiden, passing by,
This is what the pathways cry.
Oh, listen, maiden, passing by,
The paths beneath the sky.
As your waist does sway, the pitcher spills,
The marketplace, your beauty thrills.
As your waist does sway, the pitcher spills,
The marketplace, your beauty thrills.

You are the queen of dreams so deep,
The youth of songs, secrets to keep.
Without you, life has lost its hold,
A simple tale, yet to be told.
You are my life, my only plea,
Fair maiden, what enchantment be?
Oh, listen, maiden, passing through,
My innocent, my morning dew,
Oh, listen, maiden, passing through,
My innocent, my morning dew,
Your every stretch, my heart's delight,
Clouds gather, dark as night.
Your every stretch, my heart's delight,
Clouds gather, dark as night.

The gaze that wounds, it finds no home.

Why veil not in a crimson dome?
The gaze that wounds, it finds no home,
Why veil not in a crimson dome?
The gaze that wounds.