ghunghat me mukhde ko, kyu mai chhupau
ha ghunghat me mukhde ko, kyu mai chhupau
rup diya ram ne to kyu na dikhau
ghunghat me mukhde ko, kyu mai chhupau
ghunghat me mukhde ko, kyu mai chhupau
rup diya ram ne to kyu na dikhau
duniya ki nazro se tujhko bachau
duniya ki nazro se tujhko bachau
rupmati aa tujhko dil me basau
rupmati aa tujhko dil me basau

naina katile kaale nashile
tirchhi adaye kamsin umar hai
joban rasila kitna chhabila
lambi late hai patli kamar hai
balkha ke kyu na mai thumka lagau
balkha ke kyu na mai thumka lagau
rup diya ram ne to kyu na dikhau
duniya ki nazro se tujhko bachau
duniya ki nazro se tujhko bachau
rupmati aa tujhko dil me basau
rupmati aa tujhko dil me basau

madhuban ki sari khusbhu churake
aayi kaha se phulo ki raani
mukhde pe tere chanda ki aabha
khilte gulabo jaisi jawani
sapno ki dulhan main tujhko banau
sapno ki dulhan main tujhko banau
rupmati aa tujhko dil me basau
ghunghat me mukhde ko, kyu mai chhupau
ha ghunghat me mukhde ko, kyu mai chhupau
rup diya ram ne to kyu na dikhau
rup diya ram ne to kyu na dikhau

Why veil the face, in shadows keep?
Oh, why conceal what I should reap?
The form the Lord bestowed, why hide?
Why veil the face, where wonders reside?
Why veil the face, a hidden gleam?
The form the Lord, a vibrant dream!
From worldly eyes, I'd keep you free,
From worldly eyes, eternally.
My beauty, come, within my heart,
My beauty, take your cherished part.

Eyes, like daggers, dark and deep,
With glances that enchant and keep.
A youthful grace, a tender art,
A ripened bloom within the heart.
Long tresses fall, a waist so slight,
Why not dance, with all my might?
The form the Lord, a vibrant dream!
From worldly eyes, I'd keep you free,
From worldly eyes, eternally.
My beauty, come, within my heart,
My beauty, take your cherished part.

All the honeyed scent of spring,
Where does this floral queen now swing?
Upon your face, the moon's soft light,
A youthful bloom, a rose so bright.
Bride of dreams, I'll make you mine,
Bride of dreams, forever thine.
My beauty, come, within my heart,
Why veil the face, in shadows keep?
Oh, why conceal what I should reap?
The form the Lord, a vibrant dream!
The form the Lord, a vibrant dream!