yahan to koi lut gaya janab ke liye
yahan to koi lut gaya janab ke liye
aur aap hai ke yun nazar bachake chal diye
bhali nahi yeh berukhi bura hai yeh gurur
jawan hoke bachpana na kijiye huzur

kachchi kali gulab ki kachchi kali gulaab ki
kachchi kali gulab ki aise na todiye
todiye aise na todiye
yun mera hath thamke mujhko na chhod iye
yun mera hath thamke mujhko na chhod iye
kachchi kali gulab ki aise na todiye
yun mera hath thamke mujhko na chhod iye
yun mera hath thamke mujhko na chhod iye

abhi toh mere nanhe se dil ko tumse mila hai pehla sahara
abhi toh mere nanhe se dil ko tumse mila hai pehla sahara
aur abhi se saiyan ji tum to aur abhi se saiyan ji tum to
karne lage ho mujhse kinara
dekho idhar dalo najar jane jigar aisa bhi kya
pehle hi pehle mod pe muh ko na modiye
modiye muh ko na modiye
yun mera hath thamke mujhko na chhod iye
yun mera hath thamke mujhko na chhod iye

main ik bechari aafat ki mari sath naveli itna toh socho
main ik bechari aafat ki mari sath naveli itna toh socho
mausam deewana ulta zamana mausam deewana
ulta zamana marke akeli itna toh socho
kuchh ho gaya mujhko to phir dekho balam pachhataoge
aisa na ho ki baad mein phir hath jodiye jodiye hath jodiye
yun mera hath thamke mujhko na chhod iye
yun mera hath thamke mujhko na chhod iye
kachchi kali gulab ki aise na todiye
yun mera hath thamke mujhko na chhod iye
yun mera hath thamke mujhko na chhod iye

Here, a heart fractured for your sake, sir,
Here, a heart shattered, a soul torn apart.
And you, you simply avert your gaze and walk on,
This indifference ill-suits, this pride, a cruel art.
Young in years, do not play the child, my lord.

A tender bud, a rose's fragile grace,
A tender bud, do not tear it with such haste.
Do not break it, I implore.
Clasping my hand, do not abandon this space,
Clasping my hand, leave me nevermore.
A tender bud, a rose's fragile form,
Clasping my hand, weather the coming storm.
Clasping my hand, let our spirits be warm.

My small heart, only now finds solace in you,
My small heart, only now finds shelter true.
And already, my love, and already, my love,
You begin to turn away anew.
Look this way, cast your eyes, love of my soul, what is this plea?
At the very first turn, do not turn away.
Do not turn away, I beg.
Clasping my hand, do not forsake me,
Clasping my hand, for my heart, do not delay.

I, a poor soul, afflicted and newly come, give heed,
I, a poor soul, newly come, your touch I need.
The season mad, the world astray, the season mad,
The world astray, consider, in this heart to bleed.
If something happens to me, you'll regret it, my love, you will see,
Lest you come to regret it, later, clasping your hands in despair.
Clasping your hands, in despair.
Clasping my hand, do not leave me to bear,
Clasping my hand, let us not despair.
A tender bud, a rose's fragile dream,
Clasping my hand, by the shimmering stream.
Clasping my hand, is what it would seem.