abhi wo kamsin ubhar raha hai
abhi hai us par shabab aadha
abhi wo kamsin ubhar raha hai
abhi hai us par shabab aadha

abhi jigar me khalish hai aadhi
abhi hai mujh par itaab aadha
abhi wo kamsin ubhar raha hai
abhi hai us par shabab aadha

mere sawal e wasal par
tum nazar jhuka kar khade huye ho
mere sawal e wasal par
tum nazar jhuka kar khade huye ho
tumhi batao yeh baat kya hai
sawal pura jawab aadha
abhi jigar me khalish hai aadhi
abhi hai mujh par itaab aadha
abhi wo kamsin ubhar raha hai
abhi hai us par shabab aadha

laga ke lare pe le to aaya hu
shekh sahab ko maykade tak
laga ke lare pe le to aaya hu
shekh sahab ko maykade tak
agar yeh do ghut aaj pile
milega mujhko sawab aadha
abhi jigar me khalish hai aadhi
abhi hai mujh par itaab aadha
abhi wo kamsin ubhar raha hai
abhi hai us par shabab aadha

kabhi sitam hai kabhi karam hai
kabhi tabju tagaphul
yeh safh jahir hai mujhe ab tak
hua hu main kamyab aadha
abhi jigar me khalish hai aadhi
abhi hai mujh par itaab aadha
abhi wo kamsin ubhar raha hai
abhi hai us par shabab aadha

He's only just begun to bloom,
half-youth, half-promise in the room.
He's only just begun to bloom,
half-youth, half-promise in the room.

A longing, half-formed in the heart,
a wound that tears the soul apart.
He's only just begun to bloom,
half-youth, half-promise in the room.

To my question, love's demanding plea,
you stand with eyes cast down at me.
To my question, love's demanding plea,
you stand with eyes cast down at me.
Tell me, what is this you do?
A question whole, the answer in two.
A longing, half-formed in the heart,
a wound that tears the soul apart.
He's only just begun to bloom,
half-youth, half-promise in the room.

I've brought the pious Sheikh to this place,
led him here with cunning grace.
I've brought the pious Sheikh to this place,
led him here with cunning grace.
If he drinks just two small drops today,
my reward will be a half-earned way.
A longing, half-formed in the heart,
a wound that tears the soul apart.
He's only just begun to bloom,
half-youth, half-promise in the room.

Sometimes cruelty, sometimes grace,
sometimes silence in this space.
This much is clear, and I now see,
I've tasted victory, partially.
A longing, half-formed in the heart,
a wound that tears the soul apart.
He's only just begun to bloom,
half-youth, half-promise in the room.