ye jo ladki hai, ye jo ladka hai
ye jo ladki hai udti pawan si hath lage to
hath na aaye ye jo ladka hai
pahele diwana husn ko pana sikh to jaye
ye jo ladki hai udti pawan si hath lage to
hath na aaye haye ye jo ladka hai
pahele diwana husan ko pana sikh to jaye
ha ha ha la la la la

mai bolu bolo uljhan yahi hai kya hai
soch kar tum kya kya dil me roj aate ho
soch kar tum kya kya dil me roj aate ho
dekhte hi hum ko sab kuch bhul jate ho
kaise na koi dekhta hi reh jaye
ye jo ladki hai udti pawan si hath lage to
hath na aaye ye jo ladka hai
pahele diwana husn ko pana sikh to jaye

pagal hu sach hai par hosh bhi hai acha
dekhna hai kab tak aap dil todenge
dekhna hai kab tak aap dil todenge
aaj ye aanchal yu nahi chhodenge
aise ho tum to tum ko kon samjhaye
ye jo ladka hai pahle diwana husn ko pana sikh to jaye
ye jo ladki hai udti pawan si hath lage to
hath na aaye

bat ye hai vo kya tum ho anadi vo kaise
dil kisi dilbar se mangate nahi aise
dil kisi dilbar se mangate nahi aise
or kya samjhau jante nahi jaise
chhu lu jo ang rang na utar jaye
ye jo ladki hai uddti pawan si hath lage to
hath na aaye ye jo ladka hai
pahele diwana husn ko pana sikh to jaye
ye jo ladki hai udti pawan si hath lage to
hath na aaye ye jo ladka hai
ye jo ladki hai ye jo ladka hai
ye jo ladki hai

This girl, a wind that dances free,
A touch, a grasp, a fleeting glee.
This boy, he yearns, a novice soul,
To learn the art, to make her whole.
This girl, a wind that dances free.

Tell me, speak, is this your plight?
What thoughts within your heart ignite?
Each day you come, a whispered plea,
Each glance, oblivion for me.
How can one help but long to see?

A fool, I am, yet senses clear,
To watch how long you'll bring the tear.
This veil today, I will not lose,
How can I reach you, if you choose?

The truth is this, you are so green,
Hearts are not won in such a scene.
Hearts are not won in such a way,
How can I further try to say?
If I should touch, the color fades away.
This girl, a wind that dances free,
A touch, a grasp, a fleeting glee.
This boy, he yearns, a novice soul,
To learn the art, to make her whole.
This girl, a wind that dances free,
A touch, a grasp, a fleeting glee.
This boy, he yearns, a novice soul.
This girl, the wind, the boy, the whole.
This girl…