ye manjar ye najare dekh kar
ham aaj kyu hairan hai
ye manjar ye najare dekh kar
ham aaj kyu hairan hai
ye manjar ye najare dekh kar
ham aaj kyu hairan hai

jamin par inko jannat ki
chhalak kisne banaya hai
jamin par inko jannat ki
chhalak kisne banaya hai
jamin par inko jannat ki
chhalak kisne banaya hai
ye aawaje suni hai aapne jo
aab isharo ki
in aawako ko jhanjhar ki jhank
hamne banaya hai banaya hai

mili hai hawao ko khushbu kaha se
banaya fijao ko kisne
kiya rangin hamne suni suni si fijaao ko
fijaao ko hamari julf chhune se mili khushbu
hawao ko hawao ko
fijaao ko baharo ki khushbu mili kaha se

At this vista, this display, we pause,
And wonder, a silent, startled cause.
At this vista, this display, you stare,
A silent question in the air.
At this vista, this display, we gaze,
Lost in a luminous, sunlit maze.

Who spilled Eden's essence on the land?
Who painted heaven with a gentle hand?
Who, on this earth, did paradise design?
Who made this beauty, truly mine?
Who made it ours?

Those whispers you hear, the language of light,
The echoes of dreams in the fading of night,
Those sounds, the jingle of anklets so light,
We fashioned them, in darkness to ignite.

Where do the winds find their sweet perfume?
Who breathed life into this empty room?
Who colored the air, once somber and gray?
Your tresses, touched, the fragrance you convey,
The winds, the breezes, the perfume they hold.
From where did Spring's perfume take hold?