aa, zulf hai dosh pe ya saanp hai balkhaya hua
chaal jaise mor koyi raks me aaya hua
e dil ki dushman hai ye aankho ke gulaabi dore
bach ke jaayega kahaan chot koyi khaaya hua
ek nazar me dil le jaaye
ek nazar me dil le jaaye surat ho to aisi ho
surat ho to aisi ho
dekh jise chanda sharmaaye surat ho to aisi ho
surat ho to aisi ho

aa, ek ek akh teri pure sawa lakh di hai o
zindagi saaddi tere agge fakat takh di hai o
sondiyan jaag diyan hotho pe naam hai tera o
o soniyo tisri baar teri gali kaa aaj phera hai o
are dekh ke munh se nikle haay
are dekh ke munh se nikle haay surat ho to aisi ho
surat ho to aisi ho
ek nazar me dil le jaaye surat ho to aisi ho
surat ho to aisi ho
dekh jise chanda sharmaaye surat ho to aisi ho
surat ho to aisi ho

ek nozor me dil le jaaye
ek nozor me dil le jaaye surat ho to aisi ho
surat ho to aisi ho
ek nazar me dil le jaaye surat ho to aisi ho
surat ho to aisi ho
dekh jise chanda sharmaaye surat ho to aisi ho
surat ho to aisi ho

haay re haay re baat chalat hai thumak thumak
thaa thayi
baat chalat hai thumak thumak kyun gopi brindaban ki
jo dekhat so sudh budh bhulat pal chhin me tan man ki
ye do naina mad ke pyale kesh ye ghunghar waale
are rup daas aaya hai le ke abhilaasha darshan ki hoy
ang ang bijali lahraaye
ang ang bijali lahraaye surat ho to aisi ho
surat ho to aisi ho
ek nazar me dil le jaaye surat ho to aisi ho
surat ho to aisi ho
dekh jise chanda sharmaaye surat ho to aisi ho
surat ho to aisi ho

Ah, is that a serpent coiled upon your shoulder's crest?
Or tresses, a dance of shadows, a serpentine quest?
Your gait, a peacock's grace, mid-rhythm's sway,
O heart, beware those rosy eyes, in ambush they lay.
Where will you flee, wounded heart, when love takes hold?
A single glance to steal the soul, a sight to behold,
A vision that would steal the soul, such beauty's art,
A face that shames the moon, and tears the soul apart.

Ah, each glance you cast, worth a hundred thousand lives,
My life, before your beauty, merely survives.
Your name upon my lips, in dreams and waking hours,
O beloved, thrice I've walked through your street's sweet bowers.
From mouths, a gasp escapes, "Alas!" they sigh,
A vision that would steal the soul, as the moments fly,
A vision that would steal the soul, such beauty's art,
A face that shames the moon, and tears the soul apart.

A single glance to steal the soul, such beauty's art,
A vision that would steal the soul, and steal the heart.
A single glance to steal the soul, such beauty's art,
A vision that would steal the soul, and steal the heart.
A face that shames the moon, and tears the soul apart.

Walking the path, a graceful sway of the hips,
Like Gopikas in Vrindavan, on love's trembling lips.
Those who gaze, forget their senses, in a fleeting trice,
Body and mind surrender, in a moment's price.
Those eyes, chalices of bliss, those curls that flow,
Roop Das arrives, with a yearning, to let the world know.
Each limb, a flash of lightning, a fire's embrace,
A vision that would steal the soul, an eternal space.
A vision that would steal the soul, such beauty's art,
A face that shames the moon, and tears the soul apart.