jake nain pyare pyare hai jake nain matware hai
jake nain pyare pyare hai jake nain matware hai
jake kajre ki dori man ke har be jora jori
wahi more shyam wahi more shyam
wahi more shyam wahi more shyam
wahi more shyam wahi more shyam

chinta ke do rup hai tu kis pe lalchayi
jiwan bati jal gayi fir kaoun pasand aayi
sare jag basi khilau isko nahi banate kaam
wahi more shyam wahi more shyam
wahi more shyam wahi more shyam
wahi more shyam wahi more shyam
jake nain pyare pyare hai jake nain matware hai
jake nain pyare pyare hai jake nain matware hai
jake kajre ki dori man ke har be jora jori
wahi more shyam wahi more shyam
wahi more shyam wahi more shyam
wahi more shyam wahi more shyam

bin pi ke kuchh khas hai jiska jiwan aaj
kaoun kahe kis sanch par ruke yid ka chand
jab lag chle yid ka chand prani le rab ka naam
wahi more shyam wahi more shyam
wahi more shyam wahi more shyam
wahi more shyam wahi more shyam
jake nain pyare pyare hai jake nain matware hai
jake nain pyare pyare hai jake nain matware hai
jake kajre ki dori man ke har be jora jori
wahi more shyam wahi more shyam
wahi more shyam wahi more shyam
wahi more shyam wahi more shyam

Whose eyes are sweet, whose eyes intoxicate,
Whose eyes are sweet, whose eyes intoxicate,
Whose kohl-lined lashes bind, the heart's fierce, unbound fight,
That's my Shyam, that's my Shyam,
That's my Shyam, that's my Shyam,
That's my Shyam, that's my Shyam.

Two forms of worry, on which do you gaze?
The life-lamp burns, whose choice now ablaze?
All the world's dwelling, I feed it, yet it's not the same,
That's my Shyam, that's my Shyam,
That's my Shyam, that's my Shyam,
That's my Shyam, that's my Shyam.
Whose eyes are sweet, whose eyes intoxicate,
Whose eyes are sweet, whose eyes intoxicate,
Whose kohl-lined lashes bind, the heart's fierce, unbound fight,
That's my Shyam, that's my Shyam,
That's my Shyam, that's my Shyam,
That's my Shyam, that's my Shyam.

Without love, nothing's true, whose life's the now?
Who speaks of truth, where Eid's moon finds its vow?
When Eid's moon arises, the soul takes the Lord's name,
That's my Shyam, that's my Shyam,
That's my Shyam, that's my Shyam,
That's my Shyam, that's my Shyam.
Whose eyes are sweet, whose eyes intoxicate,
Whose eyes are sweet, whose eyes intoxicate,
Whose kohl-lined lashes bind, the heart's fierce, unbound fight,
That's my Shyam, that's my Shyam,
That's my Shyam, that's my Shyam,
That's my Shyam, that's my Shyam.